Dorian pov
For the next hour, I didn't just f**k her; I worshipped her. I moved her through every position I could imagine, driving into her with a primal rhythm that left us both gasping. She was an endless well of desire, meeting every thrust, every bite, and every demanding command with a hunger that matched my own. She never tired, her body moulding to mine as if she had been carved specifically to fit the shape of my c**k. By the time I finally collapsed against her, our skin slick with sweat and the air heavy with the scent of our mating, I felt a peace I hadn't known in decades.
As we slowly dressed, the silence between us wasn't awkward; it was charged, humming with the afterglow of the bond. I watched her move, the way her clothes clung to her curves, and I realised that the phy
