“And by ‘kinda,’ I mean seriously fucking good at it.”

He lifted his head, she lifted hers, and he kept his seat inside her even as he dragged her back down the bed so she could rest her head.

She glided her hands out of his hair to his neck, down his chest, and around, where she clamped them at his back, her thighs pressing into his sides.

He moved a hand to swing her calves in so she was all around him, then bent and touched his mouth to hers.

When he lifted away, he stilled when he saw uncertainty in her eyes.

“Lilah?”

“Is it as good for you as it is for me?”

Jesus.

She had to ask?

“Uh…yeah.”

She studied him.

She didn’t believe him.

“And by ‘yeah,’ I mean fuck yeah,” he clarified.

Tentatively, she grinned.

“Tame the green-eyed temptress, pussycat,” he started on an order, “so I can tell you what you already know but will get pissed at. I’ve been doin’ this a long time, banged a lot of pussy, so I got practice to make it good for you. You don’t have that and you’re phenomenal.”

“Really?”

“None better.”

Her eyes got big before they went soft, as did her body under him. “Really?”

He slid his hands up her sides, one going in and to her face to cup the side of it.

“Really, Lilah.”

“Two hundred years of competition, that’s saying something.”

He grinned down at her. “Only been fuckin’ for just a hair over half that.”

Her head jerked. “Whoa, you started late.”

“Aged slow, bao bei, seriously slow. Took me fifty years to reach ten, eleven human years. So had a major long childhood.”

Her hands drifted light over the skin of his back and she said softly, like she was seriously looking forward to eventually getting the words she was about to say.

“There’s a lot to learn about you.”

“Same with you.”

“I don’t have two hundred years of history, Abel.”

“Doesn’t mean the years you got won’t be fascinating to me.”

Her eyes went hooded and her voice went soft when she replied, “Yeesh, you’re sweet when you aren’t consumed with the need to fuck me.”

He chuckled, liking that she thought that, liking the way her lips parted softly when she felt his humor. He dipped his head and touched his mouth to hers again but then lifted away and said nothing.

She slid the fingers of one hand in his hair and he should have known by the look on her face she was about to lay him to waste.

But he didn’t.

So he couldn’t guard against it before she wrecked him.

“Thank you for making a lifetime of longing worth every second, Abel.”

Jesus.

Jesus.

She was unbelievable.

“Can you take more?” he growled.

Her pussy convulsed around his dick, but her eyes got huge.