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Maria pounced, pulling him off his feet and into the pool with a splash. He surfaced with a sputtering laugh. “Really?”

“What?” she replied innocently then slid under the surface. She rose a moment later, swallowing a mouthful of the mineral-laden water. “Hey, you’ve got to try this. It tastes amazing .”

“I don’t think you’re supposed to drink it.”

“Oh, just try it. Live a little, Zeph.”

“Believe me, I’ve lived a lot more than a little.”

“Then try it. What’s the matter, you afraid?”

“I’m not afraid. And peer pressure doesn’t work on me.”

Maria moved to shallower water and stood up, her breasts rising above the surface, her nipples taut and at attention. She saw his eyes flick down in spite of himself. Some things were simply instinct, and he just couldn’t help himself.

“Fine,” he said, submerging a moment and reappearing with a splash, drinking deep. “There, are you happy?”

“I don’t know. Am I? How do you feel?”

He hesitated a moment, taking in the sensations running through his body. “Actually, I feel something. What is this? My pigments, they feel like they’re buzzing in my skin.”

“I know, right? It’s so cool! Must be that mineral stuff they were talking about, how it revitalizes the ink.”

“ Pigment . And perhaps you are right,” he said, taking another drink, his head cocked slightly as he mulled over the novel sensations.

Maria did the same, drinking once more. Even with her runes improperly finished she could still feel the reaction, though undoubtedly greatly muted compared to what Zepharos was experiencing.

She swam close to him, pressing her breasts against his broad chest. She felt his cock stir beneath the water as she looked up at him with an expectant gaze.

But Zepharos held firm. All the signs were there. Hell, it was a giant green light saying Kiss me you fool! But he was still the gentleman. She was under his care, and he would not take advantage of that power imbalance.

Maria wrapped her arms around his neck and slid up his body, her lips planting a firm kiss on his wet mouth.

She felt him harden at once, his pulse thundering in an instant as his tongue darted out to meet hers.

But he stopped himself, pulling her away and wading to the shore.

She watched him climb out, his magnificent cock standing at attention, even more impressive when it was engorged.

“You shouldn’t do that,” he said, pulling his clothes on. “Come on, we should get back.”

Reluctantly, she followed suit, wringing out her hair and slipping back into her clothing.

“I’m sorry, Zeph. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“I’m not upset. It’s just, complicated. ”

She left it at that, but she did lace her fingers through his as they walked back and was pleased to find him receptive to her touch.

There was a tension there, and they’d need to talk about it, but this wasn’t the time.

Fortunately, there was music playing as they neared the spa.

They exited the woods and casually walked toward the musicians, joining other couples to watch the performance.

The music helped settle Zepharos’s agitation even more, and by the time they headed to their lodging for the night he seemed right as rain, their hands intertwined, their stride matching comfortably as if they’d always been like this.

Back in their room they shed their clothes in favor of the comfy robes and retired to the bedroom. They stood there a moment, looking at the bed. Zepharos almost laughed. The receptionist had said there were only individual large beds available, though he very seriously doubted that.

He turned to Maria to find her staring at him, a look he knew all too well in her eyes.

He shifted on his feet uncomfortably. “I’ll sleep on the floor.”

Maria grabbed his robe and pulled him closer, her hand sliding inside, caressing his bare chest in a way that made him shiver with delight.

“I can’t.”

“You don’t want me?”

He snort-laughed, unable to control himself. “Want you? My God, woman, believe me, I want you more than I should admit.”

“So you do want me,” she said, her pupils dilating wider with desire.

“Of course I do. But it wouldn’t be right. I have a duty of care. I’m supposed to be looking after you.”

“You are looking after me, Zeph. And you’re doing a great job. Now I just want you to look after me in a different way.”

She slid her hand lower, grasping his thick cock in her hand and pulling gently, her other hand reaching up around his neck, pulling to guide his head lower.

He paused a moment longer, wavering on the precipice, then all his hesitation melted away as his lips met hers in a surge of electric passion.

Maria felt his temperature spike instantly, his arousal making him furnace-hot in a flash. His pulse was thundering in his chest, vibrating against her as he pulled her closer, desperate to touch her, to feel her, to savor every inch of her.

His hands moved fast, deftly unfastening and dropping her robe to the floor in a heartbeat.

Oh my, she managed to think in the second before his talented hands slid between her legs.

“Fffuuuuuck,” she gasped through their locked lips as he caressed her folds with two fingers, sending an electric buzz of pleasure rocketing through her body as he parted them slowly, teasing her before his third finger contacted her clit.

He’d said he had a bit of a past, and he made one thing very clear.

Whatever he may have done previously in his life, this man was very talented.

Something he demonstrated with the look of a starving man suddenly presented with a twelve-course feast. He was ravenous, and she was square in his sights.

Oh shit. I’m in for it , she realized when she saw the look in his eye. The pure lust and desire. He was like a locomotive engine full of passion, but somehow he was keeping himself in check, taking it slow though the massive erection jutting up from his parted robe made his desire perfectly clear.

Maria’s legs gave out when he shifted tactics, sliding his meaty fingers inside her, pressing forward just right and making her G-spot sing with joy, his thumb continuing the glorious teasing pressure on her clit.

She nearly fell but his powerful arm wrapped around her, holding her up as he lifted her effortlessly and carried her to the bed, his other hand working her through climax after climax as he did.

By the time he finally lay her down on her back he’d made her come four times in rapid succession.

Maria was dazed and breathing hard, her hand still gripping his cock but the mental bandwidth to do anything more was simply lacking. Zepharos didn’t seem to mind one bit. In fact, he appeared to be taking great pleasure in leaving her speechless with bliss.

He pressed his lips to her neck, biting just below her ear, not too hard but just right, sending shockwaves of sensation pulsing through her body.

Her nipples were so hard they almost hurt.

He had plans for them, however, his full lips moving lower, teasing her breasts, kissing the sides and underneath while his fingers rippled and churned inside her, keeping her riding atop the wave of orgasmic sensation.

The shock of his suckling her nipples make her clit throb and swell, her pussy growing so wet his hand was coated with her juices.

“I want you,” he growled. “I want you now .”

Maria nodded and groaned something unintelligible, but her consent was very clear. He smiled wide, pulling his fingers free and coating his cock with her juices then pressing the head against her beckoning hole.

He was enormous. By far the biggest she’d ever had.

But somehow her body was begging for him, more than ready to shift to accommodate his girth.

He took her cue and pressed forward, his hands holding her legs, spreading her wide as his cock pushed into her, slow and steady, allowing her to savor every inch.

He paused when he bottomed out, making sure she could handle him.

The sweat on her brow and moans of pleasure were answer enough.

His hips began to churn, one hand under her ass, angling her just right so his cock was sliding against her G-spot with every thrust while his other hand worked its magic on her thrumming clit.

He’d already taken her to another plane of being, a realm of pure ecstatic wonder where she felt as if she was floating in a warm pool of pleasure, the sensations from her chained orgasms flowing out to her limbs like an electrical current.

Maria slid back to coherence, her eyes focusing on his as best she could. She reached up and grabbed his hair, pulling him to her and mashing her mouth to his, her tongue dancing with his as she rocked her hips in time with his movements, a feral growl rumbling from deep within her.

She felt his cock swell, his arousal heightened even more by her reaction. The two were feeding off each other, building to an even greater peak in unison. Maria pulled her lips from his and latched onto his earlobe, biting and sucking, her fingers digging into his ass, pulling him hard into her.

“I want it,” she growled, another climax fast on its way. “I want you to come in me.”

Zepharos needed no further urging. If he’d been hard before, he suddenly became as rigid as a steel bar.

He let out a cry, his body trembling from head to toe as every muscle locked up as his cock erupted with a geyser of hot cum blasting deep inside her.

A second later he resumed thrusting, driving hard as he spurted continuously, emptying himself into her as the traces of the tremors lingered.

Maria’s world went purple then silver, her vision gone, her hearing muffled.

There was a sound, but she couldn’t tell what it was, oblivious that it was her own screams of ecstasy as her climax slammed into her like a mighty tsunami, shaking her from so deep within that she wondered if she might come so hard she would die from it.

Of course, she didn’t, but she did have climax after climax, her miraculous lover’s skillful cock relentlessly driving her over the edge even farther than she’d ever thought possible, somehow remaining rock hard and ready for more.

They carried on like wild beasts, fucking with the reckless abandon of those who didn’t know what the future might bring but were damn well going to make the most of today.

Neither knew how much time had passed, only that when they finally stopped, both had come so many times they’d lost count long ago, their bodies utterly spent.

Maria lay in his arms, happier than she’d felt in forever, savoring the smell of their sex lingering in the air, the warmth of his body and his steady, strong heartbeat pulsing against her. She looked up at his face lovingly, her eyes heavy-lidded and sex drunk .

He was staring right back, an odd look in his gleaming eyes.

“Are those tears?” she asked, leaning in and kissing his neck.

“No,” he lied. “Just sweat in my eyes.”

“You’re okay?”

“Fine. It’s nothing,” he replied, kissing the top of her head and breathing her in. “Sleep.”

She was happy to oblige, slipping off in no time.

Zepharos lay there awake a while longer, his mind processing the events of the night. The ramifications. The connection. He’d lied, naturally. It wasn’t nothing. This was far from it. Something was unlocking within him, and he wondered if his life would ever be the same.