I move my hands down and cup the globes of her ass. When I lift her hips—only a little—her shoulders roll back. She doesn’t lift her head, but her tight cunny grabs hold of my tip as though I’m a pacifier she’s not ready to relinquish.
I have no plans to let this woman go. Not in this lifetime. I’ll still be holding on to her in the next.
Slowly, carefully, I slide her down my length. The pleasure of it is exquisite and unexpected. I have never moved a woman onto my cock. I was usually chained to a wall or bed to give them a false sense of security. I was nothing but a beast to them, a tool to use.
Not so with Zahara. She wants me. And I—my dick, my fangs, my beating heart—all of the parts that make up who and what I am, they—we—I want her.
Zahara purrs against my neck as I fit her back into my lap. When she is flush against the base of my cock, her ass settled on my balls, I hear a click like a lock turning as we fit into the place where we were meant to join. Tiny pinpricks dot my back as she sinks her claws into me. I know there will be two moons decorating my shoulder blades when we’re done. Those, too, are now a part of me.
I lift her again. Still slow. There is no urgency for me. We have all the time in the world. This is how I want to spend the rest of my days, with my cock snug inside this woman. Her arms around me. My hands cupping her ass as I make her scream.
As I pull her down back onto me, she throws her head back. Her eyes are closed. Ecstasy is written all over her face.
My chest puffs up to know that I did that. I put that look there. I’m giving her this satisfaction, this bliss.
For hundreds of years, I cursed my cock. Had I known what was in store for the two of us, I would have waited. I would have kept it under lock and key in a chastity belt until I met this woman. Remained the vestal virgin covered in pure white robes. And then I would have whipped it out and presented it to her on a sacrificial altar.
It’s what she’s done for me—except for the white robes. Zahara saved herself for me. She waited for me. And I let myself be defiled for centuries.
“I’ve fucked a lot of women.”
Zahara’s head wobbles as though I’ve punched her in the chin. Her eyes blink open to stare down at me.
“Most of the time, I didn’t have a choice. Other times, I just let it happen because I didn’t care. It didn’t mean anything, because I couldn’t feel it.”
Her eyes flash before she blinks it away. But not before I see the panther lurking there. Not before I hear the low, threatening growl from somewhere deep in her throat.
“I feel everything with you.”
To punctuate my statement, I dig my fingers into her ass and pull her snug to me. She groans low when I gain another half-inch inside her channel. I part her ass cheeks in an effort to spread her wider as I rock upward to gain the other half of that inch. Her muscles are already working themselves into a frenzy in preparation for the orgasm to come.
“I love you,” I tell her before I lose her to her pleasure. “You are like sunlight to me; something I never thought I’d see again. Yet you shine down on me.”
Her lips tremble. Her features crumple from the delirium of orgasmic bliss to something sad. At the corners of both her eyes, teardrops form.
“Am I hurting you?”
She doesn’t answer.
I’m sure I’ve gone too far. I’ve pushed too deeply inside of her. She must be in pain.
But when I try to pull away, to pull my monster cock out of her, she clings. Zahara wraps her arms around me and buries her face in my neck at the same time as she wraps her thighs around me, locking her ankles at my lower back so that she cannot be separated from me at all.
I can feel the teardrops against my neck. They run down my chest. The tracks stop once they reach my heart.
Zahara presses herself against me. She tightens her thighs around my waist. She angles her hips until she is milking my cock with her tight sheath.
I answer her movements, using my hold on her ass to slide her up and down my cock. I can tell she wants to go fast. But the hell will I ever fuck this woman like those cunts from centuries ago. I want to feel every nook and cranny of Zahara. I want to know every part of her that she gives me access to.
Zahara’s tears don’t stop. They continue to fall as her orgasm takes her. With a gasp of pleasure, she finds my lips. She trembles in my arms, around my cock, as she cries into my mouth, sharing her bliss with me.
I grip her to me as my balls release the motherload. I empty everything that I am, everything that I was, and everything that I hope to be, inside her tight channel.
As I do, Zahara holds me tight, her arms, her legs, her body a sheath around me as I experience a bodily orgasm for the first time in my long life. And for the first time in my life, when I come down from the bone-shuddering pleasure, I am left feeling whole.
Chapter 20
Zahara
I watch Virius’s chest as it rises and falls. Again, the movement is so slight that I find I’m holding my breath until his large pecs rise less than half an inch.
I’ve been like this all morning, barely blinking as I keep a vigil over his virility.
