intense sensations were in a human body, this would serve as my rehearsal in exerting self-control when in the throes of passion with my mate.
With slow thrusts, increasingly forceful, I eventually found myself fully sheathed inside my woman. Moving with deep and controlled strokes, I didn’t give her much time to adapt. I hissed at the overwhelming pleasure of the exquisitely tight grip of my woman’s inner wall caressing my cock. I rapidly picked up the pace as a raging inferno roared in my loins and the pit of my stomach. As much as I hungered for my Naima’s hands touching me, seeing her helpless beneath my body, having no other choice than to accept the punishing way I pounded into her, was driving me too wild with lust and an intense sense of power. The sound of her voluptuous moans, her strangled cries as I pummeled her sweet spot, the clapping of our flesh meeting, and the burning feel of her feverish skin against mine made me feel like a god.
Naima shouted as another orgasm came crashing down on her. Her inner walls clamped down on my cock, making me roar with the excruciating need to surrender to my own release. But no… not yet. Clenching my teeth, my tendrils released her wrists, and I pulled out of her only long enough to flip her onto her stomach. Before she could react, I drew her hips towards me, forcing her onto her knees, and rammed myself home in one powerful stroke. Naima cried out, throwing her head backwards. But even as I resumed my brutal assault, my woman moaned my name and began rocking back and forth, meeting my cock stroke for stroke.
Floating in an endless sea of pleasure, I leaned forward to caress my woman’s back, fondle her breasts, and rub her clit. As I sensed her nearing another climax, I summoned a standing mirror right in front of us. Fisting Naima’s curly hair, I yanked her head back hard enough to make her gasp, but not harm her, so that she could see our reflection. Her eyes widened with shock, fear, and sinful excitement as she saw me behind her, still pounding into her. A dozen shadowy tendrils waved like dancing flames around me, my green eyes having turned a glowing red—including the sclera—and my mouth contorted in a vicious snarl as my fangs descended.
I didn’t actually have fangs. However, in the Mist, I could become anything I wished—in this instance, anything my woman fantasized about. I wouldn’t drink her blood—she had no real blood to give here anyway—but only give her the illusion I was. Letting go of her hair, I slipped my hand around her neck and forced her to arc back against me. My other arm wrapped around her midsection to give her support, I pressed my lips to her ears.
“You are mine, Naima. Body and soul,” I whispered in an almost menacing fashion.
I didn’t wait for her to answer and sank my fangs in the fleshy part of her shoulder. My woman’s scream from the initial sharp pain—which I deliberately gave her before taking it away—turned into a blissful cry as a third orgasm swept her away.
This time, I didn’t resist further, my roar of ecstasy mixed with her voice. I rammed myself deep, holding my mate in a bruising hold against me as my ethereal essence flowed into her, binding her to this realm. Even as I gave myself to her, I gorged on the powerful tsunami of energy and emotions that rushed out of my woman and slammed into me. We collapsed on the bed, and I carefully gathered Naima in my arms. She held on to me as if fearing I would disappear. Her face buried in my neck, her breathing labored, my woman continued to tremble against me, shaken by the lingering throes of bliss.
I took her four more times that night. With my insatiable hunger far from being sated, I would have continued for countless more hours. However, both our human bodies required our conscious minds to shut down for a while in order to function at optimal capacity in the morning. With the challenge that awaited me, I needed to make the most of the next day of training before the end of the Mist.
With much reluctance, I sent my woman’s consciousness into a pleasant and peaceful dream, before allowing my own to drift away and dream of the day I’d bind her to me in the