18. Zylpha

18

ZYLPHA

I smooth down my dress, nervously adjusting the neckline. The candlelight flickers across the table, casting warm shadows over the carefully prepared meal. Volezimir enters, his massive frame filling the doorway. My heart skips a beat, just like it did the first time I saw him.

"Sunshine," he rumbles, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "What's all this?"

I gesture for him to sit. "I thought we could use some time alone."

He settles into the chair across from me, his golden eyes studying my face. We've been spending time around each other since our reunion but it feels like there's something keeping us from fully reconnecting…

Probably because we are both worried about waking up from this dream and finding it's not real. So right now, we just want to be happy, to keep everything light. And in all of it, it's making me still miss him.

"How are you adjusting?" Volezimir asks, reaching for his goblet.

I take a deep breath. "It's been... overwhelming. But wonderful too. Having Kaelox here, safe... I can finally breathe easy."

Volezimir nods, his expression softening. "He's an incredible child. You did an amazing job with him, under impossible circumstances."

"It was terrifying," I admit, the words tumbling out. "Giving birth on that ship, hiding him, keeping him safe... There were days I thought we wouldn't make it." It's the first time I've said it, but I'm tired of holding back.

I want all of him. So I have to give him all of me, too.

Volezimir's hand covers mine, his touch gentle despite his immense strength. "But you did. You're both here now."

I turn my hand, interlacing our fingers. "What about you? All those years searching..."

He's quiet for a moment, his thumb tracing circles on my skin. "I never gave up hope. But there were dark times. I questioned everything – my abilities, my purpose. Finding you and Kaelox... it's given me new life."

"Kaelox," I say softly. "I was worried... I mean, I wasn't sure how demon culture would be. A half-human child..."

Volezimir's eyes flash. "He's my son," he says fiercely. "I couldn't be prouder. To have a child with you, Sunshine... it's more than I ever dared hope for."

I swallow hard. "I was worried… Well, we didn't really know each other…"

"That doesn't matter," he says firmly, squeezing my hand.

"It doesn't?"

He shakes his head. "No. I don't care how long we knew each other. I know your soul, Zylpha. And I knew that I couldn't just let you go."

"But we never talked about having kids. It's not like we were expecting that. I wasn't sure if you even wanted?—"

"Zylpha." He stops me. "I could not ask for more. I have you. I have an incredible son. I don't want you to worry about how I feel because the second I saw him, I knew he was mine and I was filled with absolute joy."

Tears prick at my eyes. "Really?"

He stands, pulling me to my feet and into his arms. "Really," he murmurs, his lips finding mine in a kiss that speaks volumes about the depth of his feelings.

Needing the connection, I wrap my arms around Volezimir's neck and kiss him deeper. A low growl rumbles in his chest as he lifts me, carrying me into the adjoining bedroom. He lays me down, his golden eyes never leaving mine, intense and hungry.

His lips find mine again, urgent and passionate. He trails kisses down my neck, slow and deliberate, sending shivers down my spine. Each touch is a spark, igniting a fire within me. I arch into him, my body craving more.

He moves lower, his hands exploring every curve. I squirm, impatient, as he kisses every inch of me like it's sacred ground. My breath hitches when he reaches the waistband of my pants. I scramble to undo the laces and push them off, my heart pounding in my chest.

Volezimir kneels between my legs, his broad shoulders spreading my thighs wider. I freeze, suddenly vulnerable. He looks up, his eyes meeting mine, questioning.

"Has anyone tasted you before, Sunshine?" His voice is a low rumble, sending vibrations through me.

I shake my head, a small motion. "No," I whisper, my voice barely audible.

A slow grin spreads across his face, wicked and full of promise. "Good," he growls. "I'm glad to be the first."

I gasp as Volezimir's mouth moves between my legs, his breath hot against my skin. He starts gently, his tongue tracing slow lines that send shivers up my spine. I tense at first, the sensation new and overwhelming, but he takes his time, letting me adjust to the intimacy.

"Relax, Sunshine," he murmurs, his voice vibrating against me.

I take a deep breath, forcing my muscles to unwind. His tongue finds a rhythm, licking and exploring, coaxing a response from my body. I grasp his horns, using them to hold myself against his mouth as my hips move with him.

He senses my surrender and dives in, his mouth hungry and insistent. He sucks and flicks his tongue against the most sensitive part of me, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through my veins. I arch into him, my body moving on its own accord, riding his face with abandon.

The sensation builds, a pressure deep within, begging for release. I grip his horns tighter, my breath coming in quick gasps. Volezimir growls against me, the sound primal and possessive. He slips a finger inside, then another, stretching and filling me as his tongue continues its relentless dance.

The pressure becomes too much, too intense. I cry out, my voice echoing through the room. Volezimir's magic flares, a shimmering barrier encasing us, shielding my screams from the outside world. The pressure crests, breaking in a wave of pleasure that crashes over me, leaving me breathless and shaking.

I come hard, my body convulsing, my senses consumed by the intensity of the release. Volezimir doesn't let up, his tongue and fingers working me through it, drawing out every last tremor. I collapse back onto the bed, my vision blurring, my breath ragged.

Volezimir lifts his head, his golden eyes meeting mine. His face is slick with my release, a wicked grin spreading across his lips. He's never looked more demonic, more fierce. And I've never wanted him more.

I pull him closer, my fingers digging into his muscular shoulders. "I want you, Volezimir. Now." My voice is a husky whisper, barely recognizable as my own.

He growls, a low rumble deep in his chest, and kisses back up my body. I arch against him, my body craving more. His mouth moves higher, kissing every inch of my skin as if it were sacred ground. I squirm, impatient, as he kisses the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, the curve of my hip, the valley between my breasts.

He trails kisses up my neck, until his mouth reclaims mine. His tongue thrusts inside my mouth, and I groan as I taste myself on him.

His hands slide up my body, finding my breast and teasing the hard peaks there as he thoroughly kisses me. Each touch is electric, igniting a fire within me.

I tug at his clothing, desperate to feel his skin against mine. He understands my urgency, and together, we shed our clothes, tossing them aside without care.

Volezimir's body is a landscape of hard muscles and smooth skin, marred only by the scar running down his side. I trace the raised flesh with my fingertips, feeling the history etched into his body. He shivers under my touch, his eyes never leaving mine.

He positions himself between my legs, his erection pressing against my entrance. I wrap my legs around him, urging him closer. He leans down, his forehead resting against mine. "Ready, Sunshine?" His voice is rough, strained with desire.

I nod, my breath hitching as he slowly slides into me. He feels incredible, filling me completely. He starts to move, his hips pumping in a steady rhythm. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through me. I cling to him, my nails digging into his back, my breath coming in quick gasps.

"More," I plead, my voice a desperate whisper. "I need more."

He growls again, a sound of pure male satisfaction. He pulls out, his hands gripping my hips, and flips me onto my stomach. I gasp as he slams back into me, hitting a spot deep inside that sends me spiraling. I scream his name, my body convulsing around him.

He doesn't let up, his thrusts becoming faster, harder. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room, a primal symphony of desire. I push back against him, meeting each thrust with eager anticipation. The sensation builds, a pressure deep within, begging for release.

"Come for me, Sunshine," he rasps, his voice hoarse with effort. "Let me hear you scream."

His words push me over the edge. I come again, my body shattering around him. I scream his name, my voice echoing through the room. He follows, his body tensing as he spills into me. He collapses on top of me, his weight a comforting presence.

We lay there for a moment, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. He rolls off me, pulling me into his arms. I rest my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

He's quiet for a moment, his fingers still tracing patterns on my skin. "You know…I wouldn't mind seeing your stomach swell with another one of my children," he whispers, his voice barely audible.

The thought sends a thrill through me, a warmth spreading from my core. I look up at him, my eyes meeting his. "Really?" I ask, my voice soft.

He nods, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Really," he confirms. He leans closer, pressing a kiss to my temple. "Fuck, I can't get enough you. It's hard not to keep myself buried in you."

I sigh, even as the words stir desire inside of me. This is what I was missing. It feels like the last of what was holding us back has shattered and now I have him — all of him.

"I wouldn't mind."

A growl erupts from him and, faster that I can follow, he's flipped me on my back and is hovering over me. "Be careful, Sunshine. I might just stay inside the cunt permanently with words like that."

I give him a grin, reaching up to stroke his horns as my legs fall open. "Please do."