We then remained still, savoring and celebrating this incredible feeling of intimacy and connection.
He started moving slowly, letting me adjust to his size.
I lost patience first. I wanted more of him—all of him. I heaved my hips up and down, sliding along his rock-hard length. I wasn’t sure if I was doing it right, but it felt right, and we both panted in pleasure.
Bliss darkened his sapphire eyes, and unbridled lust twisted his face.
He gripped my hip with one hand as he thrust into me, faster and faster; his other hand buried into my lavender hair.
“Let me do the work and pleasure you, lamb.” He breathed into my lips. “You just enjoy. I need to take care of you.”
He bucked his powerful hips up and thrust deeper into me, his raw sexual need slamming into me, grinding me.
His every inch filled my heated channel, and my depths swallowed every part of his manhood.
My breasts bounced up and down as we joined, parted for a second, and slammed back together.
A knot slowly unwound in me, and I only now realized that I’d been so tense for so long.
His lust, warmth, and scent wrapped around me like a melody from the sky, the ocean, and the depths of Earth.
He thrust into me, harder and faster, sending waves of pleasure washing over every part of my body. I wanted to cling to this sensation forever.
Another series of hard thrusts, and his cock grew even larger and harder inside me.
I moaned. He let out a low, guttural sound, his rhythm growing blindingly fast.
For a long moment, we didn’t speak as he pounded into me relentlessly and I plunged from the tip to the hilt of him with equally bruising force.
“My woman, my lamb,” he murmured, lust changing him, making him an erotic god. “You were made for me to find and pleasure in this pure ecstasy of my dreams.”
“This is actually my dream,” I said between breathless moans.
He ignored my correction and commanded. “Come to me in my dreams every night, lamb, and let me fuck you until dawn.”
I squeezed him. My inner walls clenched every inch of his shaft.
He hissed in pleasure.
His velvet black wings came forward and wrapped around me in protectiveness and possessiveness as our rhythm became erratic with his accelerated thrusts.
Pleasure tossed me to the heavens, and something inside me completely loosened or snapped.
The glowing runes—all twelve of them, symbolizing the powers of the twelve major gods—swirled on my torso like a star chart of the galaxies.
I felt everything inside me—ice, wind, firestorms, lightning, harvest, death, birth, and darkness—racing to the surface.
It was chaos, then order, then chaos again.
I threw my head back as I pounded against him mercilessly.
Claim me. Take all I have.
I felt new. I felt like a whole new universe.
He stared at me in utter shock with his remarkable, sapphire eyes.
His sensual lips parted. “Marigold, what—”