She chuckled.
“Go ahead, make fun of me,” he teased. “Just wait until you’re at the receiving end.”
“I am at the receiving end,” she pointed out.
The distraction her little joke provided helped him gain his composure. “Let’s see to it then.” Gabriel pulled back, dislodging his cocks but for their heads, before he plunged back in. As he found his rhythm and rode her hard, he marveled at the perfect fit of their bodies. She was truly made for him, her pussy accommodating him in the most perfect way, and her tight ass squeezing him in a way that kept him right at the edge.
The sounds of pleasure coming over her lips warmed his heart and filled him with pride. He was doing this. He was giving her pleasure. It was all he could think of. Never had he ridden any woman this hard, this fast, this ferociously. But he was no longer afraid of hurting her. Maya was both a satyr and a vampire, with a body nearly as strong as his, a body built to accommodate him and please him to no end.
For the first time, he silently thanked the circumstances that had brought them together. Even though what had happened to her was horrible, Gabriel knew it was fate. And he would do anything in his power to make her happy so she would never have to regret her new life. He would give her anything she could ever want.
“I love you,” he whispered and plunged deeper. “My wife, my mate, my love.”
In his eyes she was already his. The bonding ritual would be only a formality—though a very pleasant and arousing formality.
“Gabriel,” she called out before her body suddenly spasmed, her muscles tightening around him. He sensed her orgasm as if he was already bonded to her, felt the waves travel through every cell of her body until they hit him and took him with her. His cocks jerked in unison, pumping hot spurts of seed into her as he came like an exploding volcano, his climax taking over his entire body, sending shockwaves through him that no atomic bomb could produce. His vision blurred, and his mind went blank as he felt his body turn weightless like floating in space.
When he collapsed onto her, he barely had enough strength left in him to roll himself to the side and take her with him so she wouldn’t suffer under his weight. For several moments he couldn’t speak, could only catch his breath.
He slipped his hand onto her breast and felt her heart beat as frantically as his. Maya’s hand came up, and her fingers intertwined with his. She turned her head, and he looked into the eyes of a truly sated woman. It was a look he wanted her to wear every day of their lives together.
A soft brush of his lips against hers was all he could manage. He had no words to describe what he felt, but when he locked eyes with her, he knew she understood. They were one.
Thirty-four
Maya woke to find Gabriel looking at her, his head propped up on his hand. “Why didn’t you wake me?”
“You needed to rest.”
“What I need is a kiss,” she teased and pulled his head toward her. He gave into her willingly, and she captured his lips with hers. She slid her tongue over the seam of his lips, and he parted them with a sigh. His tongue met hers, and they danced.
“Hmm, if you kiss me like that every day, I’ll be a very happy man indeed.”
She smiled and ran her fingers along his scar. “And if you make love to me every day like you did, I’ll be a very happy woman.”
“So you’re okay with making love the satyr way?”
“Are you fishing for compliments?”
He chuckled, and she’d never seen him so carefree. “What if I am?”
“I guess then I’ll have to tell you the truth.” Maya felt him stiffen as if he was expecting bad news. “I understand now why there was always something missing in my sex life. I was never truly satisfied. Something was always lacking. As a satyr, I need what you’re giving me. No other man but you could ever make me feel whole.”
She loved the smile that spread over his face as he took in her words.
His lips were firm and warm when he pressed them against her mouth. But before she could lean into him, he’d pulled back. “And speaking of what I can give you, you need to feed.”
Maya sat up. She was hungry, but she couldn’t feed from him, not now. “No, Gabriel. We have no human blood here, and if I feed from you, it’ll weaken you.”
“It’s all right,” he insisted and pulled her toward him.
“No. It’s not. When we walk out of here, you need to be strong. We don’t know what to expect. If I weaken you now, I might put both of us in danger.”
He nodded and sat up next to her. She could tell he didn’t like it, but she also recognized that he understood her reasoning.