Page 132 of Obsidian and Frost
His pace became punishing, just like his fingers fucking her ass.
I matched it, driving harder against his hand and Velra’s warm wetness coating every inch of my shaft, dripping all over my crown in the most mind spinning way.
She threw out her free hand that wasn’t grabbing Sylas’ running all over her breasts and working with him, and snaggedmy bicep, holding on tightly, her nails digging in and sending a bite of pain through me that collided with all the rest.
In the next moment, she was screaming, convulsing between us, then coming again, coating my cock.
Sylas cursed, jerked, then came all over her ass, shooting some inside her hole in the process and making her squirm and groan deeply.
And that was it, I couldn’t take another second, and I roared and spurted all over her cunt and Sylas’ fingers.
Sylas gathered it, then swept it over Velra’s breasts, coating them in my cum, then licking the rest off his fingers in a dirty display that I couldn’t look away from.
Velra sagged against him, and he wrapped his arm around her. She reached out to me and I closed in around her from the other side.
“That was…wow,”she uttered with a breathless chuckle.
“Pretty much sums it up,” I said, smiling into her hair.
We stayed wrapped around one another for several moments.
Sylas kissed her neck. “Mmm… Dark Beauty indeed.” He looked between us. “I’m certainly grateful that you stayed the night.”
“Me too,” Velra breathed.
“Always a pleasure.” I smiled. “But this was extra special.”
She was here.
She was finally here with us.
First, last night with me.
But this morning in the harsh light of day, she hadn’t balked, she hadn’t regretted one iota of it. She’d embraced it and even wanted more.
I couldn’t fucking believe it.
Last night, now this… it was more than I could have hoped for.
I knew. I just fucking knew it then as I sank into them both and reveled in it as much as I could—this was the beginning of something fucking miraculous.
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~Cassius~
Ashmoor.
That was the last name I’d taken as part of my acclimatization to the mortal realm.
Although it had been the thing to do, to possess a last name—not something I had been familiar with when I’d resided on the Celestial Plane—it had barely been used in the several months since I’d adopted it.
And now it was about to be a great deal.
Professor Ashmoor.
It was certainly going to take some getting used to.
Just like a great deal of my life had been recently.
