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I might havepassed out briefly. No surprise there, given that the blood supply to my brain had been entirely co-opted for other purposes. I’d heard ofla petite mort, the little death brought on by powerful orgasms, but had never experienced one.
Of course it had to be Rogue who brought me to it.
Still buried in me, he breathed out a laugh and lifted his head, nipping my chin. “And thus her mind starts up again, from blackness to sparkling life. The little death, indeed.”
I opened my mouth to reply, but he flexed his hips, sliding his hardening cock through my overstimulated vulva and roughing against my clit. My eyes might have rolled back in my head as the renewed pleasure swamped me. Rogue’s head dipped as he bent to take my nipple in his mouth, hands sliding down to cup my ass in a relentless grip, holding me still while he moved in me, breathing on the recently banked coals so I leaped into flame.
“Please don’t tell me your inhuman abilities include being able to go all night.” The thought scalded me on a number of levels.
“All right.” He released my nipple to speak, but swirled his tongue around the peak. “I won’t tell you that. But I do feel that there’s been a certain amount of expectation built up—I wouldn’t want to disappoint you.”
“I don’t think I can do this again.” I barely had enough breath to speak.
He lifted his head and narrowed his eyes at me. “I think that’s a lie.”
“I mean,” I managed, “I maybe can physiologically, but—oooh!” My words ended in a squeak when he bit my nipple. Not hard, but enough to electrify my nervous system, vaulting me up to the next level of arousal.
“No thinking,” he instructed, kneeling up in the circle of my thighs, cock hard inside me. “I have an experiment to perform.”
I groaned and dropped my head back, unable to think even if I’d wanted to. His long fingers stroked my open labia, which was slick and still engorged, unbearably sensitive after two powerful orgasms. I trembled as he pushed back the hood over my clit, studying it for a long moment. It seemed possible I could come eventually, just from the tension. His cock lying still inside me drove me into a near frenzy and I rocked my hips, trying to work up enough friction to break the impasse, twisting my wrists in the grip of the silk ribbons.
“Be still,” he directed in that instructor’s voice, “or I shall have to tie you down entirely.”
I sobbed a little but did my best to hold still while he explored my responses, testing which touch most affected me. Holding my labia wide with one hand, he played with my exposed clit with the other, backing off when the touch was too intense, moving back in when I managed to still the frenzied shuddering of my body. When he found exactly the right rhythm and location, he continued, stroking my clitoris with intent determination, slowly driving me to the brink, his eyes glowing a demonic blue.
“Now what would my Gwynn say?” he mused. “My hypothesis is that youcando this again. Over and over. I theorize that even you will stop thinking. What say you?”
I glared at him, hovering on the edge of another climax, yet suspended there, exactly where he wanted me. “I say you can’t have two hypotheses.”
He laughed, low and sinister. “Can’t I? I think I can have whatever I want.”
With that he began to move inside me, slow, sliding strokes to match the tormenting caresses on my clit. I came apart, mentally, emotionally, unable to assemble the least coherent thought. My thigh muscles tightening, my heels pressing into Rogue’s back, desperate. Panting like an animal and making wild keening noises.
Without warning, the orgasm took me over, screaming through me, an irresistible force that flung me into the burning kaleidoscope of the stars above and dropped me, bodiless and without form.
I came back to myself in the same position, Rogue still kneeling between my thighs, cock hard and throbbing inside my quivering vaginal walls. Thankfully, he’d left my clit alone while I recovered.
“I win the hypothesis game,” he said with a deeply sensual smile. “Even now your mind is an enticing blur of pleasure.” He thumbed my clit and I spasmed.
“Oh no.” I gasped for air.
“Oh yes,” he coaxed, pushing my knees over his shoulders and moving up, so he could kiss me, his tongue running along my swollen lips, his hair falling like a silken cape around us. “I’ve starved for you, delicious Gwynn, and now I am gorging. Again. Deep, like this.”
He braced his hands on either side of my head, the position lifting my hips nearly vertical, burying his long cock deeper in me than I thought possible. I thrashed my head from side to side, unable to bear the intensity of the pressure.
“Yes.” His eyes flared, as if lit from within. “Take all of me, my Gwynn. Now and forever.”
It only took a few thrusts, the depth of the penetration almost agonizing in its intensity. I screamed when I came, while Rogue emptied himself inside me, his body rigid with the climax, his head thrown back, a picture of unholy delight.
*
This time—thank anygods who will listen—he withdrew from my depleted body, falling onto his back beside me. Both exhausted and brilliantly alive and awake, I tested the magic and bade the ribbons to let go. Breathed a sigh of relief when they did and I lowered my bloodless arms.
Rogue rolled his head on the pillow and gave me a long, lambent look. “As promised,” he whispered.
I gazed at him, wishing I could run my fingers over his skin. Far from sating my craving for him, actually having him—over and over—only sharpened the need. I turned on my side and he moved his arm, nudging me closer so I pillowed my head on his chest, my cheek resting on the midnight lines patterned there, inhaling his scent. With delicate care, I traced one with the tip of a claw, following its winding path, enjoying Rogue’s shivering response.
“Will you prick me with your claws then, ferocious Gwynn?” His voice sounded slumberous, sated.
