When I fit Viri’s cock at my entrance, I have second thoughts. Even as I move my hips to adjust, I keep slipping to one side or the other, leaving a part of his thickness on the outside of my entrance.
Viri’s jaw is clenched as he watches me. He doesn’t stop me. His gaze is so clouded over with desire, I don’t think he can.
Finally, after the world’s slowest belly dance shimmy, I manage to fit the entire head at my entrance. The skin there protests as it stretches. But it doesn’t hurt, not exactly.
The stretch feels good. It feels right. It feels like… destiny.
I lean over and kiss Viri. Still rubbing myself against him. Still trying to ease my way in.
“Zahara,” he says in a hushed tone. “You are like sunlight.”
“You haven’t seen the sun in hundreds of years.”
“My memories of it are nowhere near as bright as you.”
I smile at that. A vampire called me his sun. A tear pricks my right eye, but I don’t let it fall.
Whatever happens after this, I want to be with this man tonight. I want to give him what I’ve been saving all my life. I want to share my body with him. Not because I have to, but because I want to.
I sink down further. It’s a series of fits and starts. There’s nothing sexy about the mechanics of fitting Virius’s big penis into my tight pussy. But as I descend down onto him, I feel like I’m rising.
He is a tight fit—so tight, I have trouble getting air into my lungs. Viri not only fills my channel, he also fills my mind; my heart. He’s quickly tapping into my soul.
My body sinks lower onto his. I feel the veins on his cock against my walls. I feel the head pulsing. I feel his balls tightening against my ass as I come to sit.
His breath is my breath. His hands hold me tight. His eyes do not leave mine.
For all that I diss the spiritual, this feels like we’re on a different plane of existence.
I am shuddering as he slides deeper into me. His hands come around me. He pulls me closer to him until there is not an inch between us.
I am his. And he is mine. The curtains close to block out any hint of the celestial bodies intruding in on us. But inside, I explode, and tiny shards of light dance behind my eyelids as I orgasm around the fullness of him. The fullness of me.
When the shuddering stops, I see that we’ve only just begun. Slowly, Virius withdraws his cock. It’s only by a few inches, but it’s enough to feel the difference. Then, for the first time since we’ve joined like this, he thrusts into me.
I shut my eyes but still see the light, just like a lunar eclipse where the moon moves into the sun’s shadow. I had thought I was the sun. I now see I’m wrong. I’m only a moon shining in the light of his sun as the rays of his being fuck into me.
Chapter 19
Virius
I can’t breathe, which isn’t exactly a problem, as vampires do not need to breathe to live. We only need to replenish the blood in our veins.
Zahara’s blood courses through my body. Her essence zigs and zags like a bolt of thunder. It radiates outward as it treks down my throat. It arrows into my arms and legs, making my fingers and toes tingle. When it gets to my chest, it expands the chambers of my heart, making the organ feel as though it will burst.
It’s not my heart that bursts from the joy of having her inside of me. It’s my cock that is ready to explode from being inside her.
I can feel every pull of flesh. Every give of tendon. Every clench of muscle.
And so, I don’t breathe. If I take one more breath, I will burst open. Not just my cock, my whole being.
Because she is the sun: the thing every vampire craves, but can never touch for threat of death. Zahara will be the death of me.
I’m going to die because I can’t keep my hands off her.
My heart is racing. Not because I’m exhausted or spent, but because blood circulates to reach every part of my body that demands more of her.
My mouth is dry. Not from physical hunger. I’ve drunk enough of her. But I want more. I need more. Not for sustenance, only for the pleasure of having her on my tongue.
My throat is thick. Not because I need air or food. Because there are words I want to say to her. But I’m not the poet in the family.
I wish Gaius was here. Although, if he was, if he saw my sun-filled kitten like this, I’d have to kill him. Then I’d never know what to say.
I held still while Zahara worked herself down and onto my length. She shudders and gasps as her orgasm takes her. The intimate massage of her muscles forces my eyes shut and once more, I see starlight. A million suns dance behind my eyelids. Zahara’s sunlight penetrates not only my eyes but all of my skin. My bones. My very soul.
I’m certain I’m about to blow my load. It’s the last thing I want to do. What I want to do is thrust into her—slowly, not the pounding beast I gave to the women who used me over all those years. To my surprise, my cock wants the same thing.
My balls relax… only a little. That tiny bit of retraction allows some give in my cockhead, and the swelling recedes... only a little. That small recession allows for more space in Zahara’s channel, giving the length of my cock room to move... only a little.
Zahara is draped over my chest. Her head is
