“God,” Azura whispered.
She wrapped her arms around his head and pushed her breasts into his face. He wrapped his arms around her, hooking beneath her armpits and gently caressing her lovely bare back.
Then they began moving together, flowing like a mystical river. Onyx held onto his beloved’s lower back as she elevated and dropped slowly onto him, making him groan her name into her breasts each time he felt himself re-enter her.
He pulled her body against his own, breathing in her wild fragrance mixed with her hot sex scent radiating from her center. He could still taste her on his lips, her ecstatic pleasure, which made him even madder with desire for the woman he now called his wife.
Azura ran her hands through his hair roughly as they continued moving in the lotus position. It was an incredibly romantic position for the both of them, and Onyx felt like it was the closest he could have physically ever been to her.
I want to become one with her. I want her to feel her soul inside me.
Onyx kissed the top of her breasts and then moved his mouth down to her nipples. She cried out as he suckled on each one, bringing one hand to massage the other. He knew this drove her crazy, and he wanted to make her explode as she never had before.
Azura began pounding on top of him harder, shaking the bed frame against the wall. Her breath was sharper, shorter, and more desperate. She ripped his head from her breasts and held his face right in front of her, lips lingering, scalding breath against each other's wet openings.
“Now,” she breathed. “Do it now.”
Onyx felt his eyes light up. He somehow always managed to be more in love with the woman riding his cock like it was her very last act in life.
Onyx brought his hands down to her thighs, rubbing them up and down slowly. He, too, felt like he was close to climax, but he wanted to time the marking properly. It was something he had never done, so there was a bit of apprehension too.
Azura continued to bounce steadily on top of him. She cried louder, close to whimpering, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.
“Onyx, do it now. I’m going to cum!”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered.
Azura stopped bouncing and then gave him a sultry smirk. She ground on him, sending him to the moon with a whole new kind of delight.
“You’d never hurt me,” she said, holding his face in her hands, “but I am yours, and the world needs to know.”
Onyx didn’t need any more reassurance. He bit his lip, then clasped her ass with both hands, shoving himself upward inside her tender cave. Azura threw her head back in pleasure as he brought her toward the most cataclysmic orgasm she’d ever had.
Just as her breath stalled in her throat, her body quivering and rubbing up against him roughly, Onyx dug his nails deep into his mate’s hips. At the same time, he bit into her neck, sending a sting through two different segments of her body.
“Oh, Onyx!”
Azura cried out through gritted teeth as he marked her deeply. As his nails seared into her skin, the shape of a small dragon formed on her hip with a bright red light. She rocked back and forth as the shape finished imprinting itself upon her, and she rode the wave of her orgasm.
A few seconds later, Onyx felt himself blast into his wife’s beautiful center. He let out a growl while his face was still buried in Azura’s neck, electricity shooting down his body.
“Azura, Azura.” He repeated her name into her ear.
Onyx felt like he had transcended space and time, making love to Azura. The imprint on her hip had moved through his body, leaving his fingertips warm and sizzling with heat. Once they had both finally calmed and were whimpering slightly, he took a glance down to assess the mark.
It was small, looking like a light cattle prod had tapped her skin for a moment. Azura had stopped writhing and was holding Onyx’s head against her breasts, breathing hard.
“Baby,” she said, “I’m pretty sure I just saw God.”
Onyx let out a small laugh, then moved one hand down to trace the mark on her leg. It was cooling beneath his fingertips.
“Don’t worry, honey,” Azura cooed into his ear. “It’s a beautiful thing. I can take it too.”
Azura lifted Onyx’s face to look at her, and the sight of her exasperated, gorgeous expression was enough to melt away every woe he had ever possessed. They kissed for a moment, foreheads riddled with beads of sweat.
They slid down next to each other the way they always did after making love. They often spoke about what they had done that the other liked, then joked around about how different it was with them versus their previous partners.
But on their wedding night, there was a stillness, a silence so profound and whimsical that Onyx felt like he may just shed a few tears.