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on her back. He then began to tug her pajama bottoms the rest of the way down her legs from where they rested halfway down

her thighs. He watched her face as he did. Abril knew he was giving her the chance to say no. That this was when she should

make it clear that they shouldn’t risk pregnancy, but her body was aching for him. She wanted to feel him inside of her, filling

her body with his.

So, instead of saying no, she licked her lips and began to run her own hands over his body. One caressed what she could reach

of his chest, smoothing over hard muscle and skin, while the other searched for and found his erection. The moment she did,

Abril closed her hand around him like a glove, and slid it his length.

Crispin immediately stilled, a choked sound slip ping from his mouth, but Abril too had paused, because her caressing him sent an incredible thrust of excitement through her own body.

It startled her, and they both remained frozen for half a moment before the excitement began to wane, and then Abril ran her hand along his length again and another sharp shaft of pleasure raced through her.

The shared pleasure he had mentioned, she realized. A symptom of life mates. She was actually experiencing his pleasure alongside

her own... and it was amazing, she acknowledged. Awesome.

“Shared pleasure could be addictive,” she breathed with wonder as she began to caress him again.

“Yes,” Crispin growled, catching her hand before she could bring them both to orgasm. “It is and once an immortal is mated,

they are never unfaithful. No one can compare with their life mate when it comes to pleasure.”

He had caught her other hand too as he spoke, and now pressed both to the mattress on either side of her head as he shifted

to lower himself onto her.

Using his knee, he urged hers to open so that he could rest between her thighs, and then shifted to enter her. When Abril

had had her hand around him, he hadn’t seemed extremely long, but he had a great deal of girth so she wasn’t surprised when

his first thrust stopped with him only halfway in, and he had to withdraw and press forward another time to complete the act.

She didn’t mind. There was no pain. But she again felt his pleasure as her tightness closed around him, and was amazed to know that this was what men experienced when they entered a woman.

Because the pleasure was almost excruciating.

Bending his head to kiss her, Crispin slowly withdrew and then eased back in again.

Abril returned his kiss almost wildly, and then wanting more than the slow, gentle thrusts he was using, drew her feet up

so that her knees were raised, and lifted her hips into his movement, urging him to go harder and faster.

Growling, Crispin gave her what she wanted, and began to thrust more quickly, but only for a handful of times before the passion

that had been growing and rushing over them in mounting waves suddenly exploded. Abril cried out into his mouth as she began

to shudder and convulse.

The pleasure she was experiencing was so overwhelming, Abril was hardly aware of it when Crispin broke their kiss to shout

out with his own pleasure as he poured himself into her. She was already sinking into the gentle darkness waiting for her.

“So, can immortals make mortals pregnant?”

Crispin had woken up pretty much crushing Abril into the mattress, so had swiftly shifted them so that they were lying properly

on the sofa bed and she was resting on his chest. He had also been running his hand lightly up and down her back as she slept,

but now stopped and glanced down at her.

Unfortunately, he had again set her down with the side of her face on his chest. He couldn’t see her expression.

“I—yes,” he said finally, guilt assaulting him as he recalled her saying in the laundry room that she didn’t wish to get pregnant.

“Well, I guess it’s Plan B for me,” she said, a resigned tone to her voice.

Crispin frowned. He did know what Plan B was. The pill women took after unprotected sex. And he felt terribly guilty that

she felt she needed to take it.

“I am sorry,” he said solemnly.

Abril sighed and rolled off him to lie on her back, then sat up and scooted backward so she was reclining against the couch

again. Running her hands through her hair, she said, “There’s nothing to apologize for, I wasn’t exactly screaming at you

not to do it. I wasn’t even whispering it.”

“But you did say earlier in the laundry room that—”

She silenced him with a hand over his mouth, and peered at him solemnly. “This immortal sex is some pretty powerful stuff,

Crispin. I don’t blame either of us for getting carried away. Although I’d think I’d be used to it by now maybe. I mean this

may have been the first time we actually had sex, but we’ve messed around three times now.”

“It is not the immortal sex, it is life mate sex,” he said gently. “The shared pleasure is only something experienced by life

mates, and is famously overwhelming for both parties. It is why we both lose consciousness at the end.”

She stilled at those words, and asked, “You fainted too?”

Crispin nodded with a grimace that suggested he was uncomfortable admitting to something as weak as fainting.

“Wow, sex so good you faint.” She shook her head. “I guess that’s kind of special.”

“It is definitely something special,” he told her solemnly. “Aside from ensuring fidelity, I suspect it also allows for quick

bonding between mates.”

“Quick bonding, huh?” Abril smiled faintly and then paused and seemed to consider that, before saying, “Yeah maybe. I mean, I would definitely say it’s addictive. My body is already humming and wanting more.”

Crispin was immediately seated upright beside her, hope on his face. “Does that mean you would like for me to make love to

you again?” he asked, careful not to touch her anywhere, in an effort not to sway her decision. Which he knew he should’ve

done the first time, but he hadn’t intended to make love to her then. He had merely kissed her to stop her anxious rambling

and had intended on then talking to her and soothing her worries about his age. He should’ve known better. He had heard about

the ferocity of the passion between life mates. He had also already experienced it in the laundry room and the pool and the

living room. He definitely should’ve known better.

Abril distracted him from his fretting by shifting to straddle him.

The second time Abril woke up, she was on her back and Crispin was lying on his side next to her, toying with the nipple closest

to him. She didn’t know how long he had been doing that, but her nipple was already hard and her body was writhing with mounting

excitement.

She immediately reached for his head, pulling him down to kiss her.

As their tongues began to tangle, Abril reached for his cock and began to caress him.

When Crispin caught her hand and tried to pull it away, she resisted and used his distraction to push him over onto his back, then slid down his body to take him into her mouth.

Abril had never been overly fond of giving blow jobs. It wasn’t that she minded, but it gave her no pleasure, so it was purely

an act meant to give pleasure to her partner. But with Crispin, it was an entirely different experience. She felt every surge

of pleasure that ran through him as if it was her own, and aside from enjoying them, they were somewhat educational. She quickly

realized which pressures, speeds, and moves gave him the most sensual gratification, because it did the same for her.

Sadly, rather than use that to prolong the experience, she found herself doing exactly what felt best... which led to a

very quick, explosive end.

The next time Abril woke up it was to find Crispin’s face buried between her thighs, returning the favor. She knew he must

be experiencing the same excitement she had while performing fellatio on him, because he was far too good at it not to be

getting cues from their shared pleasure. Unfortunately, that again led to a very fast ending. On the bright side, it was mind-blowing.

Crispin was still asleep when Abril next woke up.

That was a first, usually he woke up before her.

Now she briefly considered how she should wake him.

Another blow job? A hand job? Climb on top of him and take him inside of herself?

It was while she was debating the matter, that she realized that she was extremely thirsty.

Easing away from him, she slid to the end of the bed and the corner nearest to her desk. She wasn’t sure when, but Crispin

had obviously moved the tray to the desk at some point while she was unconscious. Probably after the first time he’d made

love to her, Abril thought. She didn’t remember seeing it after that.

Now she eyed the glasses on the tray and grimaced. The ice cubes had melted, and she knew the pops would be warm. She considered

opening one of the pops and sipping from it anyway, but her nose wrinkled at the very idea. Giving in to the inevitable, she

got out of bed.

Her pajamas were lying in a pool on the floor. She quickly donned them, pulled on her robe, and tied it up as she opened her

office door. Abril then immediately froze as she saw the figure moving past her door. It wasn’t one of the Enforcers. In fact,

it wasn’t even a man, but a tall, well-built woman dressed all in black.

For one moment, terror had Abril completely unmoving to the point that she wasn’t even breathing for fear of drawing the woman’s

attention. But it didn’t matter, something made the intruder turn her head toward her. Knowing the woman could take control

of her, Abril instinctively screamed and slammed the door closed between them.