Desdemona’s young body clenched on his shaft. She was so beautiful. The light of desire shining in her iridescent brown eyes made him so hard he could barely keep from exploding inside her right then. Titus wanted to take his time. He wanted this moment to last. He slid his hand up her thigh and moved her leg higher, positioning her just how he wanted. She took him so well.

The times they’d been together before had been the best moments of his life. On their binding day, with the magic running through them, he couldn’t get enough. This woman would keep him coming back for more for the rest of eternity. He wanted to make sure she felt it.

He needed all of her now. No more games. No more intrusions. This was their night and he didn’t want it to end. He could tell she was close to another climax as her breaths began to come hard and fast, her moans growing deeper. He bounced her on his cock, hitting her clit just the way she needed, pinching down on her nipple with his free hand.

Desdemona exploded around him, her pussy clenching hard and fast. He came hard inside her, the hot jets of his seed pumping deep into her channel. He could almost feel their bodies connecting and creating something totally new that hadn’t existed before.

He held her tight in his arms, their bodies still intertwined as one. He breathed in her clean, fresh scent, adoring his bride on their wedding day. She was worth the two thousand year wait.

He slowly slipped from inside her and rolled over onto his back, pulling her with him. She rested her head against his chest and lazily ran a finger over his muscles. The gentle caress of her delicate fingertip undid him and he could already feel the stirring of desire for another chance to be inside her.

"That was beautiful, my love," he said, kissing her on the forehead.

Desdemona melted into him and he held her close. The magic of the binding spell twined around and through them. He knew they belonged together before, but now that they had been bound, and he had claimed her, there was no denying that they would always be as one.

The permanency of it solidified in his heart and rested against the foundations of his soul. Contentment blossomed from his gut and radiated up through his brain. The warmth of her embrace was a tender cocoon they shared and would last with him for the rest of his immortal life. The chance to be with her like this was a miracle, a revelation.

It was everything he had waited for during his entire five-thousand-year life. Coming into this space with his beloved girl gave life its true meaning.

He looked into her eyes and she leaned up to gaze into his. Her beautiful brown eyes were awash with a love and adoration that he could feel beaming into him from the very depths of what was Desdemona. He'd never felt anything so beautiful. That timeless moment that they shared was where he wanted to be forever.

"I never want to break the spell," he said.

"This is where we belong," she breathed.

"Always," he said.

They slowly drifted to sleep, feeling their souls merge, their personalities polarizing and complementing each other. It was the most blissful sleep he'd ever experienced.

When he woke the next morning, he had coffee and breakfast brought to their suite. The butler Benny brought their things to their room and set them on the table. Titus had Goudy working for him at his penthouse, but most of the goblins lived underground or in secluded fortresses like this one.

"Thank you, Benny," Titus said.

The goblin nodded and left the room.

Desdemona leaned up on her elbow and stretched her arm above her head, yawning. She was so beautiful with her long black hair draping around her shoulders. He went to her and gathered her in his arms, kissing her softly on the lips. She was still soft with sleep and he breathed it in, loving every bit of her.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked, moving away to prepare their breakfast.

Desdemona stretched again and slid from the bed, grabbing her bathrobe and wrapping it around her shoulders. The sight of her supple young body in the morning sunlight made him stiff with need and he wanted to pull her back into the bed.

She sat down across from him, smiling cheerfully. She knew what he was thinking in the most basic sense. The claiming and the binding brought them into a kind of symbiosis that they did not have before. And their connection to each other had become almost psychic.

He could feel her wild, rebellious youth, the energy and drive of it. Her need for adventure and freedom and growth. It excited him beyond measure. He knew she also felt him, his ancient wisdom, his solid strength, his everlasting devotion. They sat over breakfast and coffee, wordlessly smiling and eating to their fill.

When Desdemona slipped off to take a shower, Titus checked his messages from home to see if there had been any further word on the investigation. His dragons had found more and more evidence pointing to interference by immortals.

Dealing with immortals was tricky. It could start another conflict not worth the risk. But Titus refused to let the matter go unsolved. It had cost him a great deal of time, money and reputation already, but he was a stubborn enough man to refuse to quit.