A Big Shiny Blue Marble Ch. 07

Azrael looked down and it was the same as it had always been. When they got to this part of it, the animal fucking was fading and he saw absolute love in her sweet face. It took his breath every time.

"I love you," she smiled as she reached up to caress his neck, just under his hair.

"I've always loved you," he said stopping just about out of her, "I need you just to stay alive. I wasn't when we were apart."

"But you sure are now," she groaned, "I'm never good without you. I'm right there, baby. Finish me. Please, ..."

He slid in deep once more and Rachel's head went back with a long moan. He cupped one of her breasts, and his fingers found the nipple. He moved languidly for a moment, and then he thrust in hard as he squeezed.

Rachel gasped for an instant and then her head snapped forward and up as she took his shoulder into her teeth and howled softly. He'd wondered what it was that she always said at these times. It had come to him one cold night while they were apart, when he was inside of his mountain and the wind screamed outside, though he couldn't hear it then.

It came to him as he was aching for his female – the one that he should have never had or taken – but the one for him just the same. In one bright flash of longing pain for her, he knew what she was doing. She'd always done it. He just never knew what she said, that was all, and it had never come up between them before.

Where she was at the moment had always been a bit of a wonder to them both. Rachel would come to a point in their lovemaking that she sometimes referred to as her moment. She knew it when it came, and during that time, she had a few moments where if he did the right things, he could take her from her peak into what to her always seemed to be the most satisfying orgasm to her because of the way that she could hold it off for a few moments. She just needed him to give her the last little push as he'd just done. She always howled and bucked and came as hard as anything then, but she always told him that she was his and always would be.

At the time, the realization of it had made him weep, alone and in the dark. Now that they were together again, it still brought tears to his eyes. He let her bite, knowing that she almost never drew blood, and if she did, it was unintentional. It was just something that his female needed to do. He brought his head against hers and held still for her. "I'm yours Rachel," he whispered, "I always was and I always will be."

She released him as she shuddered a little. He'd already come inside her a few times, but she had just the right little doubt now as she reached for the small wound that she'd caused on his chest with her claws earlier.

"I'm sorry about this," she said in a small voice.

"I know," he smiled, "We can't help it. I've hurt you the same way before. It's nothing."

"It's not nothing," she said, shaking her head slowly, "It's what we are. It's the mark left behind by a very happy and thankful female. It's a sign, Azrael. We do these little things to each other when we make love. If you were a human, it would have killed you, or at least left you dying. We can't help it, and you know that it's just how our kind makes love. It's why we can't ever take human lovers who are really good at it in bed. We can never let ourselves go with them – not if we grow to love them at all.

Hey, you didn't come that time, did you?" she asked a little hopefully.

"No," he smiled.

She asked him to take his weight off her and as he did, she raised her legs higher and drew her knees back, "Come on then, do me in the other place, nice and slow until you can't anymore. I love it, and by the time that you really need to bang me, I sure won't care anymore."