Clamping his hands on her hips, he retreated and then surged in, again and again, pumping into her full force and not sparing her even an iota of his immortal strength.
If she were a human, he would have broken her, but she wasn’t, and every time his hips slammed against her backside, her arousal rocketed further up.
Even her heavy mahogany desk couldn’t absorb the powerful thrusts, sliding toward the center of her office and pushing the guest chairs until they got stuck on the edge of the carpet and toppled down.
Through the orgasmic haze, Edna wondered how she was going to explain the wreckage in her office. By the time they were done, the place would look like a tornado had passed through it.
Tornado Rufsur.
The chuckle that the thought evoked died on her lips as Rufsur grabbed her bun and wrenched her head up and back. Tilting it sideways, he licked her neck, kissed the spot he intended to bite, and then struck with his fangs.
Even before his venom hit her veins, a fourth orgasm blasted out of her, and then another, and another, and then, for the first time in her immortal life, Edna blacked out.
20
Rufsur
As Edna went limp under him, Rufsur retracted his fangs, licked the puncture wounds closed, and collapsed over her back. “Are you okay?” he murmured into her ear.
When he got no response, a momentary panic seized him. He’d gone all out, not moderating his strength as he would have done with a human, assuming that Edna could take it.
But what if it had been too much?
Listening to her vitals, he heard her heart beating steadily, and her breathing was even and deep as if she was sleeping. Had she passed out?
It hadn’t happened the other times, but then he hadn’t been as rough with her before.
Over the two weeks that they’d been separated, his frustration had been building up physically and emotionally, but that was no excuse. He should have been more careful.
Edna was an immortal, but she was also a delicate female, and he probably weighed twice as much as she did and was at least three times stronger.
Lifting up, Rufsur took hold of her chin and gently turned her face toward him. The dreamy expression on her face was a relief. It was the same look he’d seen many times before on his human lovers’ faces.
Edna had simply blacked out, and she was probably soaring on a cloud of euphoria like he had hoped she would the first time they made love. It was the best gift an immortal male could give a female, even better than the multiple orgasms.
Since it hadn’t happened to Edna the other times they’d made love, he’d assumed that immortal females didn’t get to soar, and he’d been disappointed that Edna had been cheated out of the best part.
Except, he hadn’t been sure of that, and the suspicion that the failing wasn’t Edna’s but his made him feel inadequate. Perhaps that had contributed to his general frustration with her and their relationship.
Today, he’d learned something valuable, though. Evidently, his mate required more intensity to reach the euphoric stage, and now that he knew the key to unlocking her ultimate pleasure, he was going to use it.
His mate?
The realization hit him like a ton of bricks.
Edna wasn’t the immortal female he was currently shagging, she wasn’t his girlfriend, and she wasn’t even his future wife and the mother of his children.
Edna was his mate, and that carried so much more weight.
But was he hers?
It didn’t seem so. She liked him, loved having sex with him, but did she think of him as her one and only?
Not likely.
If she had, she would have put more effort into their relationship instead of fighting him every step of the way.
But that was no reason to despair. Rufsur wasn’t a quitter, and with enough effort and tenacity, he would convince her that he was indeed her one and only.
Pulling out carefully, he lifted Edna into his arms and walked over to the couch. They were both naked from the waist down, but Edna’s shirt was still buttoned up, while his wasn’t, and he wondered whether to take it off her or wait until she floated back to earth.
Nah, why wait?
He wanted to see her beautiful breasts, and besides, she would be more comfortable if he removed the bra that was bunched under them. It was a great excuse to unbutton the blouse and put things back in order.
Or maybe not.
They were far from done, and the only question was whether they would continue round two on the couch in her office or walk to her house.
Did she have an adjacent private bathroom?
A quick scan of the office revealed no doors other than the one leading to the corridor, so unless the bathroom was hidden behind one of the many bookcases, she didn’t have one.
That was a bummer.
Shifting in his arms, Edna sighed and cuddled closer to his chest. “How did I get here?”
“I carried you.” He leaned and kissed her forehead. “Are you okay? I was a little too wild with you.”
She chuckled without opening her eyes. “A little? You were like an F-2 tornado.” She turned her head and looked pointedly at the two office chairs lying toppled on their sides.
“Only F-2? I’m offended. I was at least F-4.” He hooked a finger under her chin and turned her head to face him. “But seriously, did I go too far? Tell me the truth.”
Lifting a hand, she cupped his cheek. “You are fishing for compliments, but I don’t mind telling you. As hard as it is for me to admit, this was the best sex I ever had.”
“Why is it hard for you to admit?” He chuckled. “Trust me. My ego can’t get any bigger. It’s already ginormous.”
“It’s not about you or your ego.” The sadness returned to her soulful eyes. “But this is not the time or place for that tale.”
21
Edna
It wasn’t fair to Robbie. As virile as he had been, he couldn’t compare to an immortal male. But she’d loved him, and that should have trumped Rufsur’s sexual prowess.
Except, the memory of making love to Robbie had faded over the years, and even though she’d compared every man she’d been with to him, after three hundred years, her imagination was probably supplying most of the details.
She shouldn’t feel guilty, though, and she should definitely not spoil the moment by bringing up the past.
“Okay.” Rufsur nodded. “You can tell me all about it when you are ready. The question is whether we continue here on this leather couch or sneak out of here and go to your place.”
“What time is it?”
He glanced at his watch. “It’s seven-twenty.”
Edna sighed. “They are probably still down at the café, and there is no way to sneak out without passing through there.”
“Let me check.” He lifted with her in his arms and then put her on the couch. “Don’t move.”
As her naked butt touched the leather, Edna grimaced. If she could help it, she would rather go home and continue making love to Rufsur in her bed.
As he walked over to the window, she hoped to catch a glimpse of his fine ass, but regrettably, his shirt covered most of his magnificent backside.
“They are no longer there, and there aren’t many people left in the café either. I think it’s safe to make our exit.” He lifted their discarded garments from behind her desk and brought them over to the couch. “I vote for redecorating your office.” He handed Edna her pants and panties. “First of all, you need a bathroom in here. And secondly, this damn leather couch needs to go. It’s not pleasant on my bare ass.”