“Ride me until the need has left our bodies,” he ordered, guiding my hips with his hands. “We need to rest, sweet. The dawn is approaching. I want to feel your tight, slick cunt wringing me dry before we succumb to sleep.”

“Yes, Shellar,” I demurred without thinking, using the title out of habit.

“No,” he corrected, grasping my chin firmly and forcing me to meet his eyes. “Never again am I your master. If you must refer to me in my tongue, then do so properly. I am your other half now, your vhirimir.”

My heart melted as I gazed into his intense and unwavering eyes. “Yes, vhirimir.”

He smiled, unhinging my feet and moving me back against the headboard and pillows. He situated himself without separating our bodies, keeping himself firmly in my core.

“Ride me, little love. Take us to the stars.”

I did, taking him slow and then fast, plunging down on his hard length again and again. He cupped my breasts, pinched and teased my nipples and watched through weighted lids as I took my pleasure. But he gave the same in turn. Grasping my hips, he slammed me down as he drove up.

It was that fast. Almost immediate.

We came at the same time, crying out together. We moved until there was nothing left to give. Aftershocks rocked me, the pulses of his cock going on and on.

“I do love you.” I yawned and tried to resist the overwhelming lethargy sapping my strength and lulling me to sleep as I collapsed against his chest.

“I love you too. I have for so long.” Sebastian kissed my brow. I relaxed, drowsing as something inside me comprehended that the sun was starting to rise. “Sleep now. Rest safely in my arms.”

As we nestled together as lovers instead of friends, I knew what it meant to bask in sheer happiness and contentment. I had sacrificed an old life for a new one. Due to that I would have my love for an eternity.

“Sleep, beloved,”he whispered.“The future is ours.”

I went into the world of dreams with images and thoughts of my lover in mind, aware that in the gloaming, Sebastian and I would rise together.


About Aline Hunter

Aline Hunter is the alias of multi-published author J.A. Saare, who has written stories featured in horror magazines, zombie romance anthologies and flash fiction contests. Her work has a notable dark undertone, which she credits to her love of old eighties horror films, tastes in music and choices in reading, and has been described as “full of sensual promise,” “gritty and sexy” and “a breath of fresh air.”

Currently she is penning multiple projects within the urban fantasy, erotic and contemporary, and paranormal romance categories.

Aline welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email addresses on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.