Immortal, Insatiable, Indomitable
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After he took her over the first edge of endless ones to come, he looked down at her face, flushed and blazing with love, feeling replete, complete.
Suddenly, he laughed.
She wound herself around him. “What?”
“Do you realize your ridiculous aunts thought this was a punishment? Especially the limited edition part of it? Two centuries of this?” He hugged her exube
rantly. “Hell, I would have done anything for two years. I would have taken two days. Two hours.”
“Hush, don’t give them ideas. And don’t rub it in.” She rose over him, delight and devotion lighting up her impossible beauty. “But two centuries sounds just about right. That works for me. And boy, will I make it work for you.”
He spread himself for her to take of him what she would, to show him what he’d survived that long for. To be hers. Far more than he could have ever been on his own.
And he groaned his ecstasy and thankfulness. “Work away.”