and nerve endings still remained very sensitive to the slightest touch or sensation. This was our first time without any barriers between us, and it was wrecking him.
The intensity of his pleasure seeping through our connection, radiated from the brand on my chest and throughout my body. Compounded by the feel of his thick cock filling me to the brim and stretching me to the fullest, each stroke fanned the flame raging inside me.
In no time, my man had me on the edge. Sensing my impending climax, Zain slightly shifted his thrusts and struck my sweet spot with deadly precision. I threw my head back and cried out as my orgasm slammed into me. I clawed at my man’s back, overwhelmed by the intensity of our combined pleasure. But that only seemed to trigger him.
Zain lifted one of my legs over his shoulder and pounded into me, the blunted tip of his cock zeroing in on my sweet spot with each movement. I thought my spine would split open from the violence of the third orgasm that ripped through me. This time, Zain roared my name in unison with my own cry of ecstasy. He slammed himself home. Buried deep within me, my lover held my hips in a bruising hold while his human seed and ethereal essence shot out inside of me. It felt like a river of liquid lava had been poured into my womb, setting me ablaze from within.
My man’s ethereal essence seeped into every tissue, every organ, sending electric sparks throughout my body as he bound himself to me. A maelstrom of pleasure-pain engulfed me, my fourth climax building up even as I still glided on the wings of the third one.
My body writhing beneath his sensual assault, my skin slick with sweat, and my nerves ending on fire, I lost count of how many times my man made me climb the highest peaks of ecstasy and filled me with his essence.
By the time he took mercy on me, I was a trembling puddle of bliss.
“We are bound for eternity, my mate,” Zain said, gathering me in his arms.
With my throat too sore from screaming so much, I didn’t verbally respond but tightened my hold around him with a possessiveness that spoke volumes.
And on my chest, the burning tingle of my brand, expanding to its final form, marked us as bound for life.
Epilogue
Naima
The public announcement of the death of the Thornhill Killer at the hand of the special unit of the Fourth Division was received with extreme euphoria by the distressed population of Cordell. We used the picture I had snapped of Darryl with my phone for the press. However, not before doing some Photoshop retouches to tweak his appearance in case he had created this body based on an existing innocent individual like he had done with Tate.
The agents’ morale within the agency had never been so high. For months, they had felt helpless, fighting a losing battle while watching the men and women they had sworn to protect get slaughtered in the streets. Worse still, they would go on missions and watch their colleagues, some of whom they had grown to consider as brothers and sisters, get split in half by beings far too powerful for them to ever defeat.
No wonder so many of them had terrible nightmares. Judging by the database I had put together, a little over a third of the Nightmares that had crossed over had indeed been spawned by members of the agency, mainly the men and women on the frontline. The now compulsory psychotherapy sessions I had with each member on a regular basis helped them cope with the stress and trauma of their profession.
Even with the Squad by their side, some victims still died in terrible ways, but thankfully, rarely during missions. After that battle with Darryl inside the base, a strong bond had formed between the agents and the Squad. I wouldn't call it friendship, but there was an undeniable protective ownership from the Walkers towards their human colleagues.
In the past six months, Zain had recruited four more Nightmares for our team. To our general surprise, he had deemed that he wouldn't recruit more than ten in total for the time being. I would have expected him to want to dominate a large group of devoted minions. However, my man was quite serious about running his Squad in an efficient and appropriate way. He proved not only extremely picky, but also thorough in the training his minions