“Rux, fuck!”
They panted together as Rux came soon after, holding her neck in his mouth as he heaved and grunted beneath her. Their bodies rolled together as they bathed in bliss, repeating each other’s names like a mantra.
Dana let go of the bed frame and collapsed on top of her lover. She could feel the sweat between her knees pooling on top of the comforter, as well as her feminine juices having streamed down the side of Rux’s pelvis.
Rux held her head on his chest, and she listened to his heartbeat, rapid as a rabid animal.
“Dana,” he whispered, “are you okay?”
Dana moved her head to face him, still resting it against his chest.
“Are you joking?” she said, still breathing heavily.
Rux traced the mark he had left on her neck, a look of concern on his face. Dana touched it, loving the indents that he had left there.
“I think I’m going to survive,” she purred.
“It’s just so …” Rux paused, running his hands through her hair, eyeing the symbol of his nature impressed upon her skin. “Real, I guess? So real that it doesn’t feel real.”
Dana began peppering kisses on his cheeks and then moved down his chest. She returned to her position of straddling him, admiring the flawless Greek-statue-like body that was hers to worship forever.
“It is, my love,” Dana said. “Don’t you ever forget it!”
They talked about their honeymoon to Italy, and then they made love once more before drifting off to sleep.
Dana initially couldn’t believe that she had found someone like Rux, but she was allowing herself to trust it, and something within that felt right to her.