Starting slowly, Mikhail’s strokes became faster as she neared her first orgasm. He gave her the first one quickly, as if he knew she was capable of many more. From her dreams, she knew this to be true.
Looking into her face filled with the glow of passion, Mikhail was hard-pressed not to sink his teeth into her right then and make her his, but not yet. She wasn’t ready.
Christina was delirious with ecstasy. Her skin was on fire with his touch and her mind was racing. Her heart and mind were in complete agreement and that didn’t happen often. She felt right being with Mikhail. After dreaming about him and then finding out he was real and everything she felt was real, she wanted what he could give her, a future with him. Her body clamped down on his fingers as he stroked her, wanting more of him each time he entered her. Each entry was magnificent and each exit was sweet torture. She opened her mind and body to what he had to offer. She was ready.
Finally, after wanting her for so long, it was becoming a reality. He could hardly wait to join with her as he replaced his hard fingers with his even harder erection and pushed himself into her until he could go no further. He wanted to be there forever. This was reality, not the dream state her body had been in before. When she was a mere shadow of what she really is. He wanted this to go on forever…but the formalities must be dealt with first.
She couldn’t catch her breath, her release was near, and she had no fear in her heart. Christina was locked in bliss. With each delicious thrust he gave her, she arched up to meet him, moving as frantically as he did, blatant with her desire for him. With each of his thrusts, she arched up to meet him, moving as frantically as he did, her desire for him was evident.
All too soon, this precious moment would be at an end. This would be the last time he would make love to her like this. The next time they made love she would be his life mate and it would be better, oh, so much better. That thought spurred him onward.
She opened herself to him, tilting her head to the side giving easy access to him. Mikhail sank his teeth deep into her neck and drank her life’s blood. Reaching for the bright light, she came with soul-shaking intensity. He continued stroking her orgasm-soaked core, as it endlessly throbbed and pulsed around him. Christina matched his fluid movements and the end moved closer. Bucking and colliding with her, they moved in a perfect rhythm.
Mikhail continued to drink from her until her heartbeat stopped. He brought his thighs and hips to a standstill and released her throat. He bit into his own wrist making the blood flow like a stream.
Christina was held captive by her climax and couldn’t move. She tried to speak, but nothing came out...so many emotions at one time...so many feelings...the sensations…then darkness.
“Drink, my darling, so that we can become one…and you’ll be mine for eternity.” He put his wrist to her lips letting the blood run and pool into her mouth.
After a few moments, Christina heard his words and weakly reached up and pulled his wrist to her, drinking deeply. She let his arm fall away following a few more swallows and lay unmoving beneath him, as his blood worked its way through her system. He picked up where he left off, and began loving, cherishing her again.
Suddenly, Mikhail seemed to combust within. Every inch of him was aware of her. His senses were more alive than they’d ever been, on high alert and attuned to her body. He could hear it calling to him, knowing exactly what to do to entice it, to enflame her deepest desires. That knowledge became exactly what he needed to pleasure himself and moved his body to answer the call.
Christina’s eyes flashed open with new life. She had never felt so connected to all of her senses than she was at this moment. The very smell of Mikhail was intoxicating her. Their combined scent flowed through her nose and enflamed her sexual urges even more. She could hear Mikhail’s heart beating faster as he became more aroused, blending with her own rapid pulse as she looked upon him with new eyes. He was more beautiful to her than ever. She smiled and reached up to touch his face and he moved his cheek into her caress.
It was all true. All the stories, the gossip, the whisperings… It was exquisite, like nothing he had ever felt before. It was bliss beyond belief. It was a phenomenal joy of being so intimately inside her.
Mikhail pumped her harder, faster as she came to life. She moved to meet his every thrust, sending him over the edge to ecstasy and he howled his pleasure to the four winds. He collapsed on top of her spent, but satisfied beyond measure. Mikhail regained himself quickly, rolled them to the side, and looked at his new mate.
“Are you ok, my darling? How do you feel?”
She smiled lustily. “I feel rejuvenated and whole again, not to mention completely satisfied. Like I should be dancing,” and she demonstrated the point by flinging her once injured leg out of the sheet and across his hip.
He returned her sexy grin and kissed her.
“Mikhail?”
“Yes, my wife.”
“My name is Christina.”
The End
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