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He wastes no time showing me just how much fun we can have as he starts a slow cadence in time with every two beats of the Draalian drums. My hands reach to connect with him, clutching behind his knees and using them as an anchor to keep me grounded to the here and now and to him.

Feeling him inside me, feeling the stretch and fullness, I lay my head back and float on the physical bliss that carries me away.

He quickens his rhythm, now slamming into me with every beat of the drums. The primitive rhythm fuels my passion and with every thrust I feel a jolt of pleasure as he presses against my eager clit.

His primary slides toward my pucker, nudging the sensitized area and catapulting my desire even higher.

I can’t hold back any longer as I moan in delight and feel myself spasm around his secondary, the one closest to his belly. After every muscle in my body clenches in pleasure, I drop my head back on the bed and groan as I allow myself a moment to catch my breath.

Zorn doesn’t give me time, though. I glance through my lashes to see a proud smile on his face as he soldiers on, just pounding away, assuming I’ll join him for another round of bliss.

It doesn’t take long before I’m back in the game, the beginnings of my next orgasm swirling in my pelvis until I find release.

It’s only on the next orgasm that he allows himself to join me as we both groan through our orgasms, our gazes locked, eyes open as we share our bliss.

I’m almost too tired to reach for him and try to pull him toward the head of the bed to join me.

“We still have to perform the mating ceremony,” he scolds sweetly.

What? I have to look at him to make sure he’s not joking.

“You can refresh with a glass of water if you’d like.”

Water? After that I need a nap. No, I need a bottle of wine, a three-course meal and a full night’s sleep. But I’ll figure out how to keep going if that’s what’s expected.

Oh, the things we do for love.

He leans to whisper in my ear. “You okay, Love? Ready for more?” His voice is hoarse, gritty from the deep groan/growl/hiss he released when he came.

“Bring it on, babe.”

He kisses a sweet path from my mouth, between my breasts, past my navel, and then lifts my legs over his shoulders and places his primary at the entrance to my core.

He whispers the softest prayer, not meant for my ears, but for the ears of his God. The ineffable sweetness is in clear contrast to what he does next, which is to slide his primary into me in one long, hard drive culminating in a grunt of sublime pleasure.

His primary is as long and thick as his secondary and has the same ridges and wide bulge halfway down the shaft. I’m ready for this after our previous lovemaking, so his quick entrance all the way to the hilt feels divine.

“Don’t come until I tell you, Love. It’s part of the ceremony.”

Those are the last words I hear for long minutes. He learned how to make my body sing a moment ago with his secondary. I’m already right on the precipice of release, but I hold back, wanting to honor the ceremony, to honor him.

With every moment that passes, though, my urge to let go increases.

With his primary pressing into me in time with the drums, I feel wild and primitive.

His secondary sliding against my clit, ramming against it on every thrust has taken me close to the peak of pleasure.

I won’t be able to hold out much longer.

“Hurry, Love,” I urge.

But he shakes his head and keeps pistoning, keeps massaging my internal walls, his secondary, slick with my juices, bumps my clit with every pounding lunge that moves in time with the music.

“Please,” I say on a gasp, squeezing my eyes in an effort not to release into bliss.

He opens his mouth, showing me the full length of his fangs for the first time.

Dipping his head to my left shoulder, he bites the flesh there.

A zing of pain jolts through my body. It feels as if rivers of fire are flying along every nerve and synapse.

And then the pain disappears and is replaced by pleasure.

No, is there a word stronger than pleasure? Stronger than bliss? Because those words don’t describe the sheer nirvana of what’s ripping through my body right now. Whatever is in his venom was indeed bestowed by the Gods because I’m flying in the heavens.

“Now, Love. Come now,” he husks into my ear. His teeth snap together as he hisses and releases into me. I feel his hot essence jet inside me and only now realize that was missing when he came with his secondary.

My release is incendiary as I let go and join him. As aroused as I was a moment ago, it’s only equaled by the joy I feel now as wave upon wave of pleasure fly through my body.

The intimacy of our connection is compounded by the happiness on his face and his tight grip on my upper arms.

We’re mated, Love.

I heard that loud and clear but his lips didn’t move.

I wasn’t sure it would work with a human mate, so I didn’t tell you. I’m thrilled we have this connection. This isn’t a dream come true because I didn’t even dream I would have a mate. You are the greatest surprise.

“What?”

This is the Draalian mating bond, Brownie. We’ll share this psychic connection forever. Stronger even than that of clutchmates.

“You should have warned me,” I scold, although I have no idea why I’m complaining.

Talk to me inside your head.

This is amazing. You can hear me?

Loud and clear, Love. We’re mated. Now and forever.

So, you can hear me when I tell you how much I love you and how happy we’re going to be whether it’s here or on Draal? All I need is you, cupcake.

Cupcake? Is that a confection? Do I get to watch you eat it? Does it involve the licking of fingers?

Oh yeah, babe. Maybe I should call you Lollipop. Because in a little while, you’re going to see a lot of licking, although no fingers will be involved.