Chapter Nine

It was the most profound moment of his entire existence.

Medjed felt her walls tighten as she sheathed his cock, stroking his incredible girth and length perfectly until every last bit of him was encompassed by her heat.

They moaned in unison, and he cupped her face, shocked as the thread of her life seemed to wind itself around his, intertwining their destinies and binding them together.

“You feel that too, don’t you, rohi?” he whispered, the moment too sacred for loud words.

“Yes, oh yes,” she murmured, her green eyes blurring as tears filled them.

“Do not cry, my love. I will make you feel good,” he told her.

“That is not why I am crying. Oh Medjed, this feels so good. I never dreamed,” she moaned when his cock twitched, and rolled her hips, sucking him deeper.

“I know, sweet. But together, we will make new dreams.”

Holy hell, the woman was a natural at this. At taking him and making him feel pleasure. It was as if she were made for him. And wasn’t she, though?