58. Elhyor
58
Elhyor
I sag over Angélique after what has to be my strongest orgasm ever. I pull out and throw the condom on my nightstand after tying it with a knot. I’ll take care of it in the morning.
I also need to make this room soundproof, because as much as I asked her to scream my name as she came, I still have to take my people’s needs into account. And they need to be able to sleep at night, for sure, especially knowing most of them are bat-shifters and their hearing is the best a shifter can have.
I wouldn’t have to think about that if I had managed to fuck my wife out of my system, but that’s not what happened.
Far from it.
It feels like a bottomless hunger for her has awakened in me in just one night, and I’m not sure I’ll ever have enough of her.
But at least I know now that I can sleep next to her without being scared for my life. Not that I was really scared. I’ve lived more than two hundred years; some would dream of living that long. I would have died happy if it were by her hand.
But now that I’ve had a taste of her, I’m not ready to give up on life.
I want a life with her. I want a life with my wife.
I want to fall asleep and wake up with her in my arms. I want to see her smile. I want to cook for her. I want to feel her contract around my cock every day for the rest of my life.
I know she’s not there yet.
She doesn’t want to kill me anymore, that much is obvious, but she still has her mind set on something else. We need to save her friend if I want her to be happy.
And we need to destroy her father.
I don’t know how she feels about that yet, but I intend to discover that in the morning.
We need a plan for everything that is to come, but for now, I enjoy my last moments of bliss with Angélique tucked to my side, and I hold her tight against me.
I hear her breath even out and let it lull me to sleep as I brush her neck with my fingers.
This is peace.
Tomorrow comes chaos.