“Keep coming, pussycat,” he groaned.

“Yeah,” she panted, clutching him with her pussy, her breaths hitching as she rode the wave of a long orgasm, or the span of several.

He loved that.

Fucking loved it.

Giving it to her and knowing she had it in her to take it.

Now it was his turn.

He shoved his face in her neck and pulled hard on her nipple.

“I’m there,” he snarled as he drove himself in to the root and exploded.

It was raw, it was wild, it was phenomenal, so it took him time before his head cleared. After it did, he cupped her breast, lapping gently at the fast fading marks on her neck.

“Knew drunk sex with you would be the bomb,” she said quietly, her voice still breathy.

“Any sex with you is the bomb,” he told her and got silence for long moments.

She broke it, saying, “Yet another thing I love about you. That you think that.”

He shoved his face further into her neck and he actually felt the roughness in his voice when he asked, “Anything you don’t love about me?”

“Not yet.”

Christ.

“You have an eternity to find something,” he told her.

“Figure it’ll take that long.”

Christ.

His temptress, his mate, his woman.

The fates fucking loved him.

“You sleepy or you got more in you?” he asked.

“I can go all night,” she answered.

“Not hard, since it’ll be morning in about two hours,” he teased.

She twisted her neck to look at him. “Then I can definitely go that long.”

Slowly, he slid out, and when she lost him, he bent in to touch his mouth to hers.

When he lifted his head, he whispered, “Then get naked for me, pussycat. Wanna see how long you can go.”

“A challenge,” she noted.

“Yeah.”

“Accepted,” she declared, then pushed him back, shuffled two steps, and stood in front him, getting naked.

He watched, loving what he saw.

Abel was immortal. He had super strength, super senses, and super stamina.

Delilah was not. She didn’t have any of that shit.

But his bitch still wore him out.

Fuck yeah.

The fates fucking loved him.

* * * * *

Yuri

Lazing on an elbow in the pillow, his other hand toying in her wetness, Yuri watched, smelled, and listened to what he was doing as it took hold of Aurora.

She was on her knees in the pillows, those knees spread wide at his command, hands to the headboard, back arched, ass tipped to the ceiling, and she’d been that way for a long time as Yuri toyed with her.

She was gripping hard, panting, her heart tripping over itself, the musk of her sex strong. Her body had long since grown taut, searching for it, wanting it, desperate for it, but he withheld.