Page 39 of Capture of Capricorn

An epic orgasm that had her collapsing on his chest, her ear pressed to it hearing his pounding heart.

The best and quickest climax of her life.

To her surprise, he didn’t shove her off but rather wrapped his arms and cuddled. Not what she’d have expected. Most hookups tended to want to leave right after coming. Her included.

But she remained splayed across him, not in any hurry. It didn’t mean anything though. What just happened? Sex. Only sex. Because what else could it be?

“Hungry?” he murmured against the top of her head.

“Very.” She wiggled against him.

“I was talking about food,” he said with a chuckle.

“Poor baby. Guess I need to give you time to recover.”

“Sassy wench.” He rolled them suddenly, putting her underneath him. “Is that your less-than-subtle hint you need more?”

“Yes.” A surprise since it had been an excellent orgasm, and yet being close to him did something to her senses. She found herself already tingling with need.

To her surprise, he was ready too. The tip of his cock poked. Someone was hard again.

And he didn’t waste the erection. This time he fucked her, his steady thrusting pace quickly drawing a second climax from her. An orgasm so intense she thought she’d die of pleasure. But even more disturbing? The connection forged in that moment. A closeness she’d never experienced to any other lover.

She didn’t know what it meant or how to handle it, other than with her usual brash brusqueness. Rather than bask in the afterglow and cuddle this time, she shoved at him and quipped, “Thanks for the morning nookie, but now it’s time I got some actual food.”

“As my beauty wishes. Better keep up your strength for later.”

“What’s happening later?” she asked as she rolled from his bed.

“You’re going to sit on my face again, but this time, you’ll stay there until you come on my tongue.”

Her knees went weak, and her pussy quivered. Damn him for having such an effect. But two could play that game.

She tossed him a coy look over her bare shoulder as she purred, “So long as I get a turn licking your tootsie until it pops.”

“Fuck waiting for later.” He sprang from the bed, his cock semi-erect.

Needless to say, they didn’t make it to breakfast. However, Tower kindly left them a tray of food for when they’d stopped panting and pawing.

“What’s on the agenda today?” she asked, almost groaning at the flaky croissant she bit into.

“Training for a few hours, and then the boss wants us to convene to discuss the relic situation.”

“And what am I supposed to do during that time?”

“Come get sweaty with me,” he said with a wink.

“Not interested in that kind of sweat,” Zora replied with a grimace. “I might check out the library again.”

They made plans to meet up for lunch, which she almost missed because Tower had a surprise for Zora.

When she exited the room, she found herself bubbled, but not screaming this time. Tower zoomed her across a few floors, still a dizzying experience, and deposited her on a level she’d not yet visited. One that dropped her jaw.

“Is this for me?” she whispered, staring about in awe at the smithy. She saw a forge against a wall, a massive hearth meant for melting metal. A table for working the softened ore. All the tools a metalworking gal could need. Raw materials begging for her touch.

Nothing modern, and yet, she didn’t mind, especially since a book with illustrations on pre-industrial metalworking techniques awaited on a pedestal.

A smile curved her lips as she uttered a very heartfelt, “Thank you,”

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