continuing to exert just the right pressure and friction inside.
Her surrendering groan was long and low. She could feel their combined fluids seep out of her in milky pulses as she clenched around him.
Despite the thickness of his fingers, she still felt bereft and empty without his cock. She wanted him back inside. It was where he belonged. She hadn’t had enough yet.
She would never have enough.
The soft suction of his mouth against her labia helped to ease her a little. But at the same time, his hand, his mouth—they only made her want more.
She clawed her hands into his hair again and pulled roughly, demanding from him what she’d lost the voice to say.
He understood, thank the gods! For he pushed himself back up her body, his hips fitting between her thighs once more as he reentered her in one hard stroke, stuffing her full of that perfect cock, joining them in the way she needed most once more.
And then, he did something that flipped Sophia on like a switch—he fed her their combined cream as he took her mouth, his thrusting tongue tantalizing her tastebuds with the salt and musk of his seed, the tangy sweetness of her pleasure.
More, Sophia hungered.
Mine, the monster in her howled.
He’d had his turn, and now it was hers.
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Dalair knew the moment the energy changed between them.
For the past couple of hours, Sophia had submitted to his every whim, let him have her any way and every way he wanted.
And he wanted her so fucking hard.
The more his body gave her, the stronger he became. He could feel his tissues knitting and strengthening faster. His bones growing heavier, fortifying to steel. His muscles expanding and tightening. His wounds healing as if they never were. Leaving him far stronger than he’d been when all of this began.
He still recalled what it was like to be human. As a reborn Pure One, he would always be grounded in his human experiences. He also recalled the one time he tried to forget her, when he applied to be the Consort for the Pure Ones’ Healer.
Because of these memories, he knew that their dynamic wasn’t…normal.
Sex should satiate and deplete the body, not fuel it with renewed power and stamina. Sex between immortal Mates was different, true, and given that there could only be one, there would never be a comparison.
But this…
This was something else altogether.
The powerful resonance between them was indescribable.
Inexhaustible.
Insatiable.
Indestructible.
The more they fed their need for each other, the greedier they became.
He’d used her roughly for a while, his hunger and need too great to control. But he only used her as roughly as she wanted to be used. She’d reveled in his command of her body with throaty moans and clawing hands. She’d begged him to fuck her harder, deeper, split her open and put her back together with his Nourishing seed.
Her eyes had been blacker than the night as she stared into his. Glittering and swirling as if they held churning galaxies of stars within them.
She was the Destroyer, he knew, recalling what his mind had stored away while he lay unconscious in the Pure Ones’ Shield, paralyzed but hearing.
He was her trigger.
He didn’t know what it meant precisely. Their enemies—Medusa and the new Master—had never talked of their plans openly in front of him. He only knew that they’d used him to Awaken her.
And he recalled, as he lay dying on the blood-soaked grounds outside the Temple of Neith as the human warrior who fought to save Princess Kira, how her eyes had burned exactly the same—
Unfathomable darkness, stretching into infinity.
And yet, looking into those same eyes now, he did not fear what he saw in them. The darkness was there, but so were the stars. Like countless diamonds they shone, with a light that radiated from within Sophia, rather than the reflection of an external source.
He could see and sense the tremendous power within her—the Destroyer—ravager of souls. But he also felt, knew with every particle of his being, that the monster within her loved him. It was part of Sophia, and it loved him unconditionally, devotedly. Even though the love of a monster was a violent thing.
He saw that too.
He saw the fierce possessiveness and burning greed in her eyes when he fed her their cream, giving her the nectar he’d lapped up at her pulsing entrance.
The monster was awake, and it wanted to play.
She pushed her hands against his chest without much force. She never had to