Chapter Twenty-Three

AYRIE

She loved me, and she was mine. My sweet Elle. My heart swelled in my chest as I held her so tightly she began to gasp. I realized she was pressed against me and felt how hard my cock was. I hadn’t realized I was getting aroused. The kiss I had given her started out gentle but quickly morphed into want, need, and burning desire.

Elle pulled away from my lips, and I followed her, needing her touch like air. But she pushed me back.

“I want to be close to you, Ayrie. As close as we can get.” She closed her eyes.

“There’s nothing I want more, Elle. Are you sure about this?”

“Do you love me?”

“Yes.” I didn’t hesitate at all.

“I love you.”

“I want you to be mine.” I touched her face and her hair. I couldn’t get enough of this woman.

“Then why are you waiting? It’s time for you to fuck me.”

“It’s supposed to be pretty intense.”

“I don’t care. I want everything, Ayrie. All the way and all of you.”

I swallowed. “Me too.”

Elle crossed her arms over her chest and grabbed the bottom of the tank top she was wearing, pulling it off her body in a single movement. “I need you.” Her eyes burned into me. “I thought we would never do this.” She hooked her thumbs into her skirt and underwear, dropping them to the ground and leaving them in a pile at her feet. She stood in front of me, completely bare, giving herself to me.

I couldn’t believe it was real.

She reached out and stroked the feathers on my right wing. I shivered. It was the most exciting thing any woman had ever done to me. “Are your wings an erogenous zone?”

“I don’t know.” I was barely coherent.

She took a step toward me and reached out for my pants, quickly undoing them and throwing them to the floor. Her eyes grew round when she saw my naked form. “What the hell is that?” She was staring at my cock.

“We’re bigger when our wings are deployed.”

She seemed startled but no less determined to fuck. She wrapped her hand around my cock, and I closed my eyes, unable to think clearly.

One thought came through into my mind. It was Arnon’s advice. “Make sure she comes first. She always has to have an orgasm.”

I pushed Elle back onto the bed and crawled over her. “Are you ready?” I needed to be sure.

“I’ve been ready since the first time I met you.” Her chest rose and fell rapidly.

“Spread your legs, Elle.”

ELLE

“Fuck. I’m going to come.” My voice trailed off into moans of ecstasy as I tried to press my hips up toward Ayrie. He firmly held them down and continued sucking on my clit until I lay limp and satisfied on the bed.

He didn’t let me recover for long. After a couple of minutes, he picked me up and carried me into the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” I mumbled. I tried to get my eyes open, but only managing to open one slightly.

“There are specific things we have to do to make the bond complete. We’re missing most of the fancy decorations, but we can make do with what we have around us.” His voice was shaking. He set me down on the counter, and I slumped forward, holding my arms around his neck. “I’ll go slowly.”

“Just do it. I’ve had enough foreplay for a lifetime. Get inside me.” I held his face and kissed him everywhere I could reach. He wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me close, kissing me and making me desire more.

“I love you, Elle.” I grabbed him, lining him up with my entrance.

“I love you too. But now you need to fuck me.”

“Make love.” A hint of a smile played on his face. He looked like he was straining from holding back.

“Whatever you want to call it, Ayrie, as long as it involves you being inside of me. I want you to make love to me.” I tilted my hips toward him and felt the tip of his cock pierce me for the first time. We moaned together. It felt fantastic.

I realized how far I had come with him. I had never taken the initiative in sex before. Now I was ordering a gorgeous man to fuck me. I felt something rise like a fire inside me, hot and unyielding.

“More,” I whispered. Ayrie pushed further inside.

His cock was definitely larger when his wings were out. He hadn’t been this big back on the island. I felt stretched, opened, and completely vulnerable. And it was a good thing. When I looked into his eyes, I saw his vulnerability, too.

“I love you, Elle.” Ayrie dropped his hands to my ass to steady himself.

I gasped and panted. He was too big. I couldn’t take him like this. We wouldn’t be able to form a bond.

He noticed I felt overwhelmed. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close and whispering words I couldn’t understand into my ear. He dropped his hand to my clit and gently touched it until I started wriggling, and my breathing went ragged again.

I felt myself relax around him and I thought I could take him. When he felt me loosen up, he thrust all the way in until our pelvic bones touched.

“Fuck me!” I couldn’t contain myself.

Ayrie kissed me again and played with my breasts until I was melting against him and begging him to move. It was all the encouragement he needed. He pulled back before pumping into me, plunging in and pulling all the way out again. It felt incredible. I felt another orgasm starting to build as he slid slowly and deeply into me.

I arched against him, needing him so much.

“Elle,” he gasped.

“Don’t stop.” I urged him on, feeling my climax coming closer with every thrust. He sped up and started to move frantically. I writhed, pinned to the counter.

With a groan, he stiffened, and I felt him fill me, his come pushing me over the edge into a shaking, pulsing orgasm I thought would never end. I cried out as I lost control. He held me close while the pleasure exploded in my mind.

Something changed. It was an emotional, physical, and spiritual feeling of connection between us. Ayrie and I were joined. We were so close there was nothing between us anymore.

The exquisite, clenching spasms continued. I tightened around Ayrie as I rode the waves of pleasure. I collapsed on him, our skin sticking together from the heat of passion that had taken both of us. I was spent and felt like I would never move again.

“Was that the bond?” He had been resting his head on my shoulder, but he lifted it and nodded.

I stared into his eyes and could hardly believe the love and commitment I saw there. Our bond was real, now. Nothing could ever tear us apart.

AYRIE

I had taken a moment earlier in the evening to send Nathaniel a message saying he shouldn’t expect us at the house anytime soon. Elle and I were busy with each other, and I couldn’t think of anything except her. I couldn’t believe I had waited so long. Fucking her felt incredible and brought us closer than ever before.

Auxem bonding tradition was very particular about how much sex we had to have. We were supposed to fuck four more times. We certainly didn’t mind because that’s all we wanted to do. We banged out four out of the five ritual matings in the first few hours.

Orgasms followed one after the other until we became drunk on our love, and I had never felt like this when I was drunk before. We couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. As soon as I came, she started touching my cock, making me hard again. My desire for her had no end, and she was as insatiable as I was.

After midnight, we had fallen asleep, needing to rest. In the early morning, Elle rose to go to the bathroom. I followed her, hard and ready to go. It was dark, but in the gray light of dawn, I was able to make out the outlines of objects. She stood at the sink, washing her hands. I came up behind her and touched her to see if she was ready to play.

She sucked in a surprised breath and pushed back against me as my finger slid inside her.

“Oh,” she breathed as I pumped my finger in and out. Without breaking the rhythm, I replaced my finger with something thicker and harder. I pushed, embedding myself deeply within her. She sighed and braced her hands on the edges of the sink. I put my hands on her hips, drew back, and sank in again.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes.”

All I could sense was the darkness, the scent of her desire, and the hot glide of flesh on flesh. I could hear her quick, shallow breathing. I moved hard into her, the sound of my hips hitting her ass in the quiet of the night making me feel wild.

“Don’t stop, Ayrie.” Elle pushed back against me with every thrust and took me in as deep as she could. “Right there.”

She squirmed, and I brought my hands to her front, using one to massage each of her breasts and the other to circle her clit lightly. I could feel heat emerge all over her body, and a sheen of sweat appeared on her skin.

My wife was about to come.

I pinched her nipples and gently rubbed her pussy.

“Oh God, yes!” She cried out, and I felt her fall to pieces. As she shuddered, her inner muscles clenched around me, milking every drop from me. Ripples of ecstasy rocked her body. I caught her so she wouldn’t fall. I carried her to the bed and lay her down, kissing her all over.

“I love you.” She was barely able to move her lips.

“Was it okay, then?”

“Okay?” She sounded insulted.

“Let’s try ‘good.’”

She shook her head. “Try mind-blowingly awesome.”

I nodded my head. “I was afraid to say it, but that’s where I was, too.”

“Come over here.” Elle flopped an arm over mine, gently pulling until I lay down next to her. “You need your rest.”

“Why?”

“So you can fuck me again, silly.” She quickly dropped off into sleep.