But he wasn’t done and their shared frequency rose to intensify every sensation.
He kept rocking into her.
Her voice was in his head once more. I’ll come again if you keep doing that.
And you’ll bring me again.
Yes, please. Do that, only can you look at me this time?
He left her neck, his body now full of her life-blood, his veins whirring in response, their joined frequencies firing him up.
He planted his hands on either side of her, lifting up so he could see her and focused on driving into her. She touched his face, his cheeks, his lips. She breathed in quick gasps, her body undulating beneath his.
“Our frequencies, as though my body is trembling head-to-foot--”
“I know.”
He went faster, his vampire ability surpassing what a human could do. Her mouth remained open as though she struggled for air. She became very still beneath him, just feeling him. Her light blue eyes shone in the dark room.
She gasped.
Are you coming.
Yes.
How he loved telepathy in moments like this and she was powerful enough to make it easy.
A second orgasm shot through him. He arched away from her roaring this time because the sensation, doubling over the earlier one, felt like pleasurable fire through his c**k as he released into her. She gripped his arms, crying out again and again. Ecstasy streamed a conversation between them, of pleasuring rising to the heights repeatedly.
Sex had never been like this before, not in his long-lived life, not ever. She cried out over and over, whimpering, and grasping him from within.
Finally, the sensations slid down the other side of the hill and her h*ps settled into the bed. He rested on top of her, still holding himself up. He was breathing hard, so was she.
She thumbed his lips. “You have my blood.”
He nodded as a kind of lethargy overtook him. He wanted to roll over and lie on his back, maybe just fall asleep. But at the same time, he didn’t want to leave her body.
Instinctively, he knew that the moment he did, everything would change as it always did after sex, sometimes better, sometimes worse. But mostly, he didn’t want to sever the connection he felt to her.
Then he realized that his frequency was still communing with hers.
“What is it?” she asked.
“We’re still connected? Can you feel the vibration?”
“Yes, but I thought it was a kind of afterglow.”
He smiled. “Maybe it is, but we’re still joined, my mating frequency to your fae vibration.”
She grabbed both ass-cheeks and pushed against him. “And we’re joined here, as well.”
He chuckled. She made him laugh. He tried to remember the last time a woman had done that for him.
She tilted her head. “I want to explore the vibration connection. Is that okay?”
He dipped his chin. “Anything you want.”
She closed her eyes and he felt her focus on their shared frequency. It feels really solid, that ‘joined’ is the right word.
I agree.
Can it come apart? I mean how? You’ve done this before, right?
No, I haven’t.
At that, her eyes popped wide. “Somehow, I had the impression this was the way things were done.”
“Every couple is different and some of that difference comes with specie; my vampire to your fae and to your humanness.”
She heaved a sigh as she turned away from him to lie on her side.
But he put his hand on her shoulder, sliding down her arm, then moved in to spoon her. “I know. You’re absolutely right.”
She covered his forearm with her hand and sighed once more.
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Samantha had mixed feelings. On the one hand, she’d turned away from him knowing that she needed to keep things light between them. But maybe she’d done it too quickly, because it felt like a door shutting too fast, not quite a slam, but near enough.