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breathing grew harsh and ragged as he began gyrating his hips in a delicious, circular motion.
    Her throbbing pussy clenched as a spasm exploded within her core, then rippled throughout her body. Her muscles contracted and she clung to his neck as she whimpered with delight.
    “I can feel you coming Ambrosia. Ah, you’re so tight. I’m gonna come.”
    “Yes, yes, come with me,” she panted, riding waves of euphoria.
    He clutched her ass hard as they collided in perfect primal rhythm. She pressed down to meet his every upward thrust while he pounded into her fiercely.
    “Ah, here I come, ah, I’m—I’m—Ahhh, I’m coming.” He groaned loud and long, pulling her tight onto him with his final slamming thrusts of climax, he stiffened in release and exploded inside her. He shook violently as he held her on his pulsating cock. Shuddering, Desmond captured her trembling lips with his and squeezed her tight against his convulsing body.
    “You’re incredible.”
    “I would have to say the same about you.” She clung to his neck as the residual spasm washed over her quivering body.
     
    ***
     
    Lying in bed, Desmond inhaled long and deep, cherishing her delectable scent and the feeling of her lying in his arms. Watching the aquatic life swim all around them was mesmerizing. Ambrosia’s fingers tickled his chest and he took her hand into his, intertwining their fingers as they lay together, with only a sheet draped over them.
    “If you had told me yesterday I’d be lying in bed with you, watching under the sea, I would have laughed.” He grinned in satisfaction at the entire situation.
    “If you had told me yesterday, I would be alive and pain free—”
    “I’m so thankful Ambrosia. I really did think I lost you.”
    “I can’t believe I couldn’t remember you for all those months.”
    “Hey, look, there are our friends again.” Desmond pointed to the pair of sharks swimming over the tunnel, waving their tails in unison.
    “You know, before tonight, I thought sharks were scary.”
    “You did?” He ran his fingers through her golden mane while she rested her head on his chest.
    “Yeah, I’ve always thought, they were cold-blooded killers.”
    “And now?”
    “And now, I’m just like them.” Her voice trailed off.
    “Ambrosia, are you regretting this?”
    “No, there’s just so much I don’t know, what to expect, how to—I’ve only ever heard about vampires in horror stories before. It never dawned on me they were real.”
    “Well, if it helps, the horror stories are fables and superstition. There’s a lot about us—me, that’s pretty compassionate.”
    “The compassion, I have definitely experienced.”
    “There are some things that are different.”
    “Like what?” She sat up and watched him with her vibrant, emerald eyes.
    “Like, when we mate, it’s for eternity. We search until we find the one, and then no other will ever do.”
    “So the stories about sexually deviant vampires…?” She grinned up at him.
    “Well, as you experienced tonight, sexual deviance is in our nature, just not promiscuity. We get down and dirty, but it’s real.”
    “Does that go for all vampires?”
    “I don’t know, I haven’t met them all yet.” He laughed.
    “You’re teasing me aren’t you?” She slapped his chest.
    Desmond flipped her onto her back and pinned her to the bed with her hands over her head, giving her his most intense bedroom eyes. She quivered under his hands.
    “Okay, so I’m feeling devious again.”
    Desmond watched her intently.
    “What?” She furrowed her brows with a grin.
    “Do you remember what you said to me earlier tonight?”
    “What? I said a lot of things; you’ll have to narrow it down for me a little.” She giggled.
    “You said, and I quote; you can come as many times as you want, Desmond .”
    “I did? I don’t remember.” She frowned, but her eyes sparkled.
    “Let me refresh your memory.” Desmond descended on her lips, claiming their sweetness