Pure Destiny (PureDark Ones #12) - Aja James Page 0,85
a command, his body answered by giving her everything he had.
He muffled his groan against her shoulder as his release tore through him, his cock shuddering and spurting painfully within her vise-like clasp, his balls hard and tight against his body, lurching and squeezing to produce more cream to fill her.
She was insatiable for him.
He craved her desperately.
Gods, he never knew it could be like this. Even when he loved Kira the two stolen nights they had together, it hadn’t been anything remotely like this.
This endless, infinite, boundless need.
Wild. Uncontrollable. Irrepressible.
Frightening. Exhilarating. Enslaving. Freeing.
The Goddess had warned him against it. When he’d died as a human, she’d come to him in the in-between.
Dalair tried to recall her exact words…
Your soul is restless, warrior. You believe you have failed her—the one you tried to protect. You cannot return to the Balance like this. You have not yet fulfilled your Destiny.
And so I offer you another path: to become a Pure One in service of the Balance. Your bravery and determination will be tested as the Paladin, but you are strong. You will triumph.
Yet listen well, warrior. And heed my warning lest you lose yourself and the world around you to an eternity of Darkness and pain.
You will meet her again—the one you wish to protect. She will not be the same. Do not make the mistake twice. Choose wisely this time.
She was never meant to be yours…
No.
Dalair couldn’t accept the Goddess’s words. He wouldn’t.
Not now.
Not when they had finally Claimed each other.
Surely, the Goddess was wrong. Surely, there had to be a way for them to be together.
He curled more tightly around his female, needing every physical connection to reassure himself that she was his. That he would never lose her again.
The woman in his arms was both Kira and Sophia, but she was also so much more. He would spend the rest of his immortal existence learning her.
She was a wide-open book, full of Kira’s rebelliousness and mischief, and Sophia’s innocence and quirk. But she was also an enigma of swirling dark emotions. Voracious and violent. Insatiable and greedy. He loved her even more because of it. He loved her with a desperation and intensity that his human self could never have imagined.
Slowly, thickly, he pumped his hot length in and out of her with shallow nudges, grinding himself against her pleasure knot inside. He reached his free hand down to the place they were joined and caught the fluids that seeped out as he continued to fill her to overflowing with his seed.
Her nether lips were stretched thin around his girth, her bud quivering against the root of him as he nudged and stroked and thrust steadily, inexorably, inside. He touched his own thick stalk as it plowed into her tender flesh, the veins distended from the silken skin of his cock, abrading her channel in ways that made her writhe and wriggle restlessly with pleasure.
They were so slick and hot where his maleness penetrated her. He was deliciously sore, just as he knew she was too. But he couldn’t stop moving, undulating, flexing his sex within her. Releasing against her womb over and over.
Her body wanted it. Demanded it. So he gave her everything.
He gave his all.
He brought his cream-coated fingers to her lips, and immediately she sucked them inside, devouring his essence hungrily, moaning and mumbling in her sleep, spurring him on.
“More…more…Dalair…so good…mmm…”
He did this again and again, filling her, feeding her, wringing endless pleasure from her body. Marking her inside and out, rubbing his cum into her skin when he didn’t bring it to her pouting mouth.
Over her throat and shoulders. Down her sternum to her breasts. Where he paused to squeeze the plump mounds, plucking at her nipples, massaging his essence into the sensitive areoles. He stroked down her stomach to dip a finger into her shallow navel, rubbing his seed inside.
Her torso quaked against his as she moaned in abandon.
He flexed his hips and gave her more of himself. Collected the excess that leaked out of her with his hand. Worked his cum-slicked longest finger into her other hole and made her whole body clamp down on him, shuddering helplessly, shattering endlessly.
In and out. Thrust and grind.
He worked them both mercilessly, owning her pussy, ass and mouth with his cock, fingers and tongue. Even in her dreams, she clung to him, her body responding to his instinctively.
He was hers. Put on this earth solely to please her. Protect her. Serve her every need.