She began to speak, but her words cut off on a cry as I drove into her, giving her a brief introduction to the power in my hips and my ability to dominate her entirely. Then I slowly withdrew and entered her again, gradually now, softer, ensuring she felt every inch.
Her mind rolled with comments, comparing sizes and strengths and girths, and my lips curled when she admitted I was the largest of her mates.
I already knew that.
However, she hadn’t. Because she hadn’t properly felt me yet.
Zephyrus certainly rivaled me in some ways, his propensity for being in charge equal to mine, but unlike him, I knew how to be gentle.
Which I showed Aflora now as I set a sensual pace meant for this moment, the one where our bodies declared themselves to one another.
She grabbed my shoulders, a soft moan leaving her lips as I tortured her with my unhurried pace.
Her little growl made me smile.
She responded by digging her nails into my skin, demanding with her body that I do more.
“You can’t have it hard every time,” I whispered, taking her mouth in a kiss meant to silence. She started to argue in my mind only to cut off on a groan as my tongue engaged hers in the battle she craved.
All the way in, I said to her. And almost all the way out.
I repeated the action over and over, drawing out each thrust and ensuring I nudged that spot deep inside her with every downward stroke.
She scratched a path down my back, her legs wrapping around my hips as she tried futilely to press up into me and dictate a faster pace.
But this wasn’t about a quick fuck. This was about unleashing an experience for our souls.
I rolled onto my back, bringing her on top, and allowed her to drive. She sat up, eager to comply, her thighs straddling my hips as she began to ride me. Her breasts swayed enticingly with each hurried shift of her hips, her lips parting on a moan of excitement. However, after a few more urgent swivels, she caught her lip between her teeth and stared down at me, her dark hair framing her beautiful face.
Understanding seemed to light her up from within.
I sat up to join her, my lips ghosting over hers as I braced myself on one hand behind me and wrapped my opposite palm around her nape. “Tender can be just as good,” I told her, my tongue licking the seam of her mouth before sliding inside.
She shifted, her legs moving to wrap around my back as she more firmly sat astride my thighs. A little mewl caught in the back of her throat as she realized how deeply I penetrated her in this position.
And then we both began to move.
Not hurriedly, but languidly, indulging in the sensations and bringing ourselves closer and closer to the precipice with long, thorough, movements.
“Oh, Kai,” she breathed, her nipples hard against my chest.
Sweat covered us both, the effort by which we fucked driving us both to a point of near madness. It was just so fierce, so utterly exhaustive in each glide and calculative stroke that we were overwhelmed and fatigued by the sheer intensity of it all.
I felt her starting to come undone, our magic dancing together as one as cerulean sparks graced the air.
This was the culmination of a mating years in the making. Our paths finally intersecting after wandering off course. Our souls rejoicing in returning home, together, in a beautiful moment of bliss and harmony and astute perfection.
I kissed her, confiding my deepest, darkest histories in the blink of a second, unlocking my mind to her and throwing away the key.
She responded in kind, her faith in me resolute.
And together we fell over the edge into a rapturous beginning that went on for what felt like hours, our bodies locked together in harmonious bliss and refusing to stop.
She cried out, my name a beacon that caused my heart to soar.
I followed her in kind, chanting Flora on repeat, my little star finally lighting up the dark, cruel night of my spirit.
Her lips whispered against mine, her body moving, taking, repeating, writhing some more.