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Miria reached her first orgasm, screaming his name in a spasm of pleasure, but Asher didn't slow down. He changed her position, placing her on all fours, and resumed his assaults with renewed vigor, his hands gripping her hips. They continued like this, Miria's moans mixing with Asher's sensual grunts, until they came together in a shared cry, their bodies trembling with ecstasy. Asher withdrew slowly, and Miria, exhausted, thought it was over. But suddenly she felt his hard member rubbing against her entrance again.
- Asher, what are you doing? she asked, surprised and out of breath, a shiver running through her.
Asher leaned over her, pressing his bare chest against her back, his lips brushing her ear.
- You forget that vampires never get tired, my darling…
Miria widened her eyes, shocked and excited at the same time. He caressed her reddened face.
- But I'll settle for a second round... Afterwards, I'll let you sleep. Promised.
Without giving her time to protest, he brutally thrust into her up to the hilt, drawing a sharp cry from Miria.
- AAAAH!
He began powerful movements, growling:
- You're so tight... It surprises me, since we've made love several times... Why didn't you take your aphrodisiacs?
*Several times? Aphrodisiacs? What is he talking about?* Miria wondered internally, confused, but Asher's thrusts quickly brought her out of her thoughts, overwhelming her with intense pleasure.
- Aah... Asher... It's... so good... she moaned, arching her back to welcome him deeper.
- Yes, scream for me, Miria... You are mine, he whispered sensually, accelerating the pace.
Miria climaxed again, her muscles contracting around him, and Asher shifted positions again, placing her on top of him to ride him. They continued, their sweaty bodies moving in harmony, until they came together once more, a fireworks display of sensations coursing through them. Miria collapsed on the bed, exhausted, her crotch aching but filled with deep satisfaction, a blissful smile on her lips. Asher took her in his strong arms, holding her against him with unexpected tenderness. Snuggled together, their breathing synchronizing, they finally fell asleep, enveloped in the warmth of their embrace.