This woman was my life.

I swallowed her taste as I absorbed her, kissing her until we were breathless. My hands moved of their own accord to scrabble for her waistband and snatch her pants from her body as my tongue swirled around hers. She raised her hips from the floor, willing me to undress her, and I was only too happy to oblige. I tugged her shirt off the rest of the way, ripped the bra clear from her chest, and rolled her pants down the length of her legs until she was able to kick them away.

Her naked form was a work of art, crafted by the Grand Circle itself. I wanted to lick each one of her curves, stroke every angle, and kiss every crease. It was a vision of such beauty that it humbled me to see it, and I almost closed my eyes in silence to honor her as I would have an animal after the hunt. She was perfect. She was divine.

She was mine.

My mouth closed over one of her nipples as I slid my hand to my own waistline and removed my pants. She moaned, a musical sound that floated to the roof of the cabin and descended back down upon my ears. When I was free of clothing, I straightened up to a kneel, and she looked up at me through clouded eyes. They drifted from my face to my chest to my stomach before alighting on my manhood, which was standing erect before her.

“Oh my God,” she whispered.

I glanced down. It was thick and strong, and already a bead of arousal was blossoming on the tip. I could see the girth expanding and contracting with each pulse, and, as I raised my gaze to the petaled space between her thighs, I felt it swell viscerally.

“I didn’t think it was that big,” she said quietly, still staring. Her eyes were wide and slightly alarmed, and I immediately hesitated.

“Is it too much? Will I hurt you?” I asked with concern.

Celine smiled delicately and finally looked back up at me. “You’re perfect,” she said.

“No,” I contradicted, leaning down until my chest pressed against hers and our noses bumped. “You are.”

She curled her arms around my neck, closed her eyes, and whispered, “Take me. Please.” Then, she lifted her head just enough to kiss me.

I reached between our bodies to circle the base of my length with my thumb and forefinger, guiding it to her folds. She was already wet, practically dripping, and even the insides of her thighs were sticky with desire. I slipped the cap of my manhood into her slit before pausing.

“Yes,” she breathed, elevating her hips to allow me entrance. “I need you.”

I broke through, filling her, and the emotion that blazed through me was so powerful it almost overrode the physical sensation. Everything I had ever needed and never even realized I wanted was before me, had become one with me. She was the woman who was unafraid to speak up and tell me what she thought. She was a caring heart who was frightened I would fall victim to the Novai but the understanding soul who knew I must protect those who needed me. She was the creature capable of seeing past my hardened, warrior exterior to the soul within and was honored to learn about what made me who I am.

Her back arched the moment I plunged inside, and her hands flew up to claw streaks across my back. I reveled in the pain and relished the passion, pulling back only to thrust once more. A moan soared from her lips to my ears, vibrating its way into my mind. Again, I shoved in deeply until her soaked labia flattened against the thickest part of my base.

“Lokos!” she gasped.

My name on her tongue sent me cartwheeling through emotional ecstasy, and I craved to hear it again, so I slammed forward another time. Another moan was ripped from her, and my name flickered within the strands of the moan. I could feel myself swelling against her walls.

“Faster,” she pleaded suddenly, her eyelids snapping open to beg me with her gaze. “Faster, please, faster!”

I braced my knees against the floor between her legs and wrapped my arms around her, my fingers clinging to her back. She was panting, needy, her breasts heaving with shallow breaths and her eyes burning with lust. I rocketed into her, feeling her sweetest of spots glide over my shaft. She shrieked, and her back arched so high I was able to pull her toward me for leverage. I shot back out and barreled back in, over and over and over. Her voice became higher, her shrieks became longer, and the pink in her cheeks was growing redder and redder with each thrust.

Suddenly, she snagged a handful of my hair, and I heard her breathing stop entirely. Her cavern choked around me until it was almost difficult to move. I knew what was happening, and I froze.

“What?” she demanded, throwing her head up to stare at me in shock. “Why did you stop? I’m there!”

Flashing her an infuriating shadow of a grin, I said, “Patience, little human.”

Then, I lowered my hand to the tiny bead above her folds and stroked a finger over it.

She shuddered, and her body unraveled around me. Everything became tight and hot as her hips bucked and her thighs squeezed and her fingers scrabbled over the floorboards for something to grip. I stroked the button again, and her moans flew up an octave. Her orgasm claimed her so entirely that she seemed to lose all sense of reality, shooting instead across an alternate plane of pleasure and euphoria. My finger stroked a third time, and then I was unable to hold back.

I burst inside her, exploding in ropes of release. My hips were thrusting, but I was unable to stop them, and the only thing I knew at that moment was ultimate bliss and undying love. Celine’s face swam before me as shock after shock of debilitating pleasure igniting throughout me. Everything was right. Everything was as it was meant to be.

When I could finally breathe again and Celine’s moans had quieted to harsh pants, I eased myself out of her. Our skin was slick with sweat, and we glided like silk on silk over each other. Collapsing beside her, I gathered her in my arms and cradled her against my chest.

“You don’t sleep on the floor, do you?” she murmured. She sounded spent, utterly exhausted, and I delighted in knowing I had taken her to that point.

“No,” I chuckled. “Would you like to get up?”

“God, no,” she groaned, tightening an arm around me and nuzzling into my neck.

I held her close, breathing in the scent of her hair and kissing the top of her head, listening to our hearts beating together. Any concern I had felt about tomorrow was long gone.

I was ready to die.