Page 71 of January Bell

“We can do what you want as often as you want after you come deep inside me.”

He narrows his eyes, the pale scar puckering as he evaluates that statement. “Seems fair enough.”

I laugh, but the sound’s cut off with a gasp as he thrusts deep into me.

He’s huge, massive, and it should hurt—but the pain I expect never comes. It’s like he was made for me, or I for him, or the heat has somehow changed my anatomy so that all I feel is perfection.

“So hot, so wet,” he says as I squeeze shut, and his entire face is concentrated on what he’s doing. But that’s not how I want him at all. I don’t want him to concentrate on the action. I want to share this moment with him.

“Open your eyes,” I say softly.

“I want to make it good for you,” he grits out.

“You already are,” I tell him, trying not to laugh at how adorable he is. “Look at me.”

He does, his eyes opening wide. I smile up at him, and he shudders as I grip his horns tightly.

“Now move,” I tell him.

He pins my shoulder with one hand, and begins to do exactly as I’ve asked. We gasp at the friction sky-thing his cock does. It moves inside me, and not just with the motion of his hips, but expands and contracts in a way that hits a spot deep inside me. I always sort of thought it was just a myth.

I watch his face carefully, unable to look away as every expression dances across his face. Wonder. Need. Pure, unabashed love.

It’s the last that has me losing control as he thrusts deep inside me. With a snarl, he leans over, pressing his mouth to the soft spot between my shoulder and my neck, and bites, his fangs piercing my skin. And for some reason it sends me spiraling out of control, a second orgasm tearing through me hot on the heels of the first.

And still he doesn’t stop. I’m not sure how long it goes on, if it’s short, if it lasts for hours. It’s all I can do to hang on to the horns on his head and stare into his eyes. To feel him inside me and feel the pleasure he’s giving me. To know that he is the one for me right now and forever.

He is mine, and I am his.