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“Yeah?” I asked, lowering myself and kissing him.
He nodded against me. His hands slid down my sides, and he grabbed my hips, rocking me back and forth harder and harder.
I giggled. “That’s cheating.”
“What you’re doing to me is cheating,” he grunted.
I bucked my hips harder and faster, the way he was urging me to do. I started riding him, my breasts jiggling, and Ren stared at them now and then before he locked eyes with me, reminding me that this was all about me and our connection, and not just the pleasure.
The bond between us was strong. His need for me, his desperate ache to have all of me, flowed through it. But I felt his affection, the purity of his love for me just as strongly. And I relished in that feeling, knowing that he felt it, too.
My clit rubbed against his pubic bone as I rocked harder and harder, and I was well on the way to my first orgasm. The pleasure started building inside of me, and the combination of the friction against my clit and his thick cock deep inside of me, rubbing up against all the right places, brought me closer and closer to the edge.
When I orgasmed, ecstasy erupted at my core, and I collapsed on his chest, giving myself over to the sexual bliss that crashed down on me like waves on the shore. I cried out and moaned, my fingers digging into Ren’s arms where I held on for dear life. If I wasn’t tethered to him, I felt like I would break free and float away.
The orgasm was intense, but it was short-lived. When it passed, I breathed hard.
I lifted my head, and Ren brushed my hair out of my face. His eyes filled with affection.
Without warning, he rolled over, holding onto me, and suddenly, I was beneath him. I was still breathing hard, body humming in the aftermath of my orgasm, but Ren pulled back and pushed into me again. He moved slowly at first, knowing that I was sensitive, my body tight after the orgasm. He picked up his pace after a while of making sure I was fine and bucked his hips harder and harder.
I cried out as he pounded into me, and I grabbed onto his muscular shoulders as if I would fall if I let go. I looked into his eyes, and his face was a mask of lust and concentration.
His strokes shortened, and he picked up his pace yet again. He hammered into me, my body rocking on the bed, my naked rubbing against his chest.
A second orgasm grew inside me, building and building until I knew I would fall apart if he kept pushing.
And he did. His hips bucked against mine, and I cried out when his efforts exploded into the second orgasm. It started at my core and washed out to my extremities, and I felt like I was made of light. When I opened my eyes, the room was illuminated by the bright light that bled from my skin.
Ren cried out sharply, thrust deeply into me, and he jerked and pulsed inside of me as he released, filling me up even more.
His eyes were on me, and they glowed with an echo of the light that consumed me.
This didn’t happen when I orgasmed alone, but it happened when we orgasmed together. And whatever it was, if it was a product of me and Ren, I was happy with it. We were perfect together, him and I.
We rode out our orgasms together, our bond connecting us as one. When it was finally over, Ren collapsed onto the bed next to me. He pulled me tightly against him.
“I love being this close to you,” he said, stroking my skin. The glow was slowly fading as the orgasm did.
“Me too,” I said, still gasping and panting.
We lay together in silence for a while, enjoying being so close to each other, not needing any words to explain what we felt. Because we could both feel it. For ourselves, and for each other.
“I wish I knew what it was,” I finally said.
I turned to look at Ren.
His eyes were closed, but his fingers stroked my hair, and his brows were knitted together.
“Me too. But we’ll find out.”
His confidence set me at ease. We had a lot of questions and very few answers. But we were together, and he was serious when he said he wanted to be with me. I wanted it, too. All of it.
Ren was an incredible male. Not only a good king, but a wonderful male. He’d come for me when I’d needed him. He’d been willing to fight for me to the death, and we’d gotten through the worst together. Zander—the male who’d killed Ren’s father—was dead. Lucia was gone as well.
There was no danger, now. Everything was going to be okay.
My mind drifted to Ren, and I wondered what our future would hold. I still had a lot of questions, but one thing was for sure.
