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"You have no idea how long I've wanted you here," I murmur, crawling over her, careful to keep my weight off her. "In my bed. In my life. Mine."
She reaches up, tracing the curve of my horn with delicate fingers. "Show me," she challenges, that familiar spark of defiance in her eyes that has always driven me wild.
I growl, low in my throat, and capture her mouth again. My hands slide down her sides, feeling the curves that have changed subtly since giving birth to our daughters. I savor every inch of her, mapping her body with my touch as if discovering it for the first time.
Her nightdress is a flimsy barrier between us, and I push it up slowly, exposing her inch by taunting inch. When her breasts come into view, fuller now from nursing, I groan with appreciation.
"So fucking beautiful," I murmur, lowering my mouth to take one sensitive nipple between my lips. She gasps, back arching as I circle it with my tongue.
"Careful," she breathes, threading her fingers through my hair. "They're sensitive."
I smile against her skin. "I know exactly how sensitive," I promise, gentling my touch but not relenting. I've learned every reaction of her body over our months together, memorized each gasp and moan like a favorite melody.
Trinity's hands are busy too, pushing at my sleep pants with impatience. I chuckle, helping her shove them down before kicking them away entirely.
"Need something?" I tease, nipping at her collarbone.
"You," she answers simply, all pretense gone. "Just you, Vael."
I pause, struck by the naked honesty in her voice. In all our couplings—frantic, passionate, calculated for conception, or simply to satisfy mutual hunger—there's always been a part of her held back. Until now.
"You have me," I promise, sliding her nightdress off completely and tossing it aside. "Every fucking part of me."
I kiss my way down her body, lingering at the places I know drive her wild—the hollow of her throat, the undersides of her breasts, the soft curve of her hip. When I reach the apex of her thighs, I look up to find her watching me, lips parted, eyes dark with desire.
"I'm going to taste you first," I tell her, spreading her legs wider. "Going to make you come on my tongue before I fill you up."
A flush spreads across her chest, up her neck to her cheeks. "Vael," she whispers, half protest, half plea.
I position myself between her thighs, inhaling her scent deeply before dragging my tongue through her folds in one long, deliberate stroke. She's already wet for me, her taste addictive as ever.
"Fuck, Trinity," I groan against her sensitive flesh. "I could live between your thighs."
She laughs, the sound transforming into a moan as I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue. Her hands find my horns, using them to guide my movements in a way that makes my cock throb painfully against the mattress.
I work her with my mouth, adding fingers when she begins to rock against me frantically. Curling them inside her, I find that spot that makes her thighs tremble around my head.
"That's it," I encourage, watching her face contort with pleasure. "Let go for me, Trinity. Let me see you."
Her climax hits with stunning intensity—back bowing, thighs clamping around my head, my name a broken cry on her lips. I work her through it, gentling my touch as the aftershocks ripple through her body.
When she tugs at my horns, urging me upward, I comply, crawling back up her body to hover over her. The look in her eyes—soft, open, trusting—nearly undoes me.
"I need you," she whispers, reaching between us to guide me to her entrance. "Inside me. Please."
I enter her slowly, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. It's been weeks since her body healed from childbirth, but I'm still careful, still reverent with what she's giving me.
When I'm fully seated inside her, I pause, overwhelmed by the sensation—not just the physical pleasure, but the knowledgethat this is different. This is Trinity, all of her, giving herself to me completely.
"I love you," I say again, the words coming easier now. The way Trinity's eyes shine up at me, full of wonder and vulnerability, makes my chest tighten with emotions I've never allowed myself to feel.
"I love you too," she whispers, her hands finding my face, fingers tracing the strong lines of my jaw. "I never thought I could—never thought anyone would?—"
I silence her with a kiss, unable to bear the pain in her voice. I know what she means. Trinity never thought she could love someone like me—a demon who bought her for breeding. And I never thought anyone would love me for anything beyond my status or strength.
I begin to move inside her, slowly at first, savoring each drag and thrust. Her body welcomes me, wet heat gripping my cock in the most exquisite way. But it's the openness in her eyes that truly undoes me—the way she holds my gaze without barriers, without calculation.
"You're everything," I murmur, dropping my forehead to hers as my hips find a rhythm. "Fucking everything to me."