The white city has no borders, no edges that cut.
It only widens.
It breathes you in deeper the longer you stay, until you forget there was ever a time when breathing felt like effort.You wake to her heartbeat against your lips.Selene is curled into you, face buried in the hollow of your throat, silver hair spilling across your chest like moonlight that refused to leave at dawn. Her wings are half-draped over both of you—golden feathers still warm from sleep, rising and falling in perfect time with her breath. One of her legs is hooked over your hip, possessive even in unconsciousness, as though even dreams are not allowed to pull her away from you.You do not move.You only feel.The slow, steady thump of her heart against your mouth.
The faint tremor of her wings when she exhales.
The silk of her skin where her thigh presses against yours.
The scent of her—lilies that have learned to bloom in sunlight, vanilla warmed by body heat, something sweeter underneath that has no name but belongs only to her.You close your eyes again.Not to sleep.To worship.You press the softest kiss to the skin just below her ear.
She makes a small, sleepy sound—half sigh, half plea—and shifts closer, fingers curling into your back like she is afraid the morning will steal you.You kiss her again.
Slower.
Lower.
Along the delicate line of her throat where her pulse flutters like a trapped bird that no longer wants to escape.Her lashes flutter.Eyes open—dawn blue, hazy with sleep, instantly sharpening the moment they find yours.A tiny, devastating smile curves her lips."You're staring," she murmurs, voice thick and warm from dreams."I'm memorizing," you answer.
Your hand slides up her spine, under the base of her wings, fingers tracing the place where feathers meet skin.
She shivers—full-body, delicious—and arches into your touch."Good," she breathes.
"Memorize every inch.
I want you to know me even when your eyes are closed."You roll her gently beneath you.She opens for you like she was made for this exact motion—legs parting, wings spreading across the sheets like golden wings of surrender, hands sliding up your arms to grip your shoulders.You do not rush.You never rush anymore.You kiss her collarbone.
The hollow of her throat.
The soft swell beneath her breast.
Every place that once bled now receives worship instead.She gasps when your mouth finds the sensitive spot just below her ribs.Her fingers dig into your hair."Again," she whispers.
"Please."You obey.You always obey when she asks like that.Her back arches off the bed, wings flaring wide, golden feathers catching the morning light until the entire room glows like sunrise trapped indoors.You move lower.She trembles.You kiss the inside of her thigh—soft, slow, reverent.She says your name like a prayer.Not whispered.
Not begged.
Sung.Low.
Broken.
Beautiful.You taste her.She cries out—sharp, sweet, the sound echoing off the white stone walls like music no instrument could ever play.Her hips lift.
Her wings beat once—helpless, overwhelmed.
Her fingers tighten in your hair until it hurts in the best way.You do not stop.You never want to stop.She comes apart beneath your mouth—slow at first, then sudden, then endless.
Her whole body bows, wings snapping wide, golden light bursting from every feather like she is the sun itself breaking free.She says your name again.This time it is a sob.This time it is everything.You crawl back up her body.She pulls you down immediately—desperate, trembling, needy.Her mouth finds yours.She tastes herself on your tongue and moans into the kiss—deep, filthy, holy.Her legs wrap around your waist.She guides you inside her—slow, slick, perfect.The first thrust is homecoming.The second is worship.The rest is surrender.You move together—slow, deep, unhurried—every stroke a promise, every gasp a vow.Her nails rake down your back—light, then harder, then desperate.You bury your face in her neck.Bite gently where her pulse races.She cries out again—your name, broken into syllables of pleasure.You feel her tighten around you—impossible, perfect, inevitable.She comes again—harder this time, wings beating against the sheets, golden light flaring so bright the room turns to pure dawn for one endless second.You follow her.You spill inside her with a groan that feels like it comes from the center of your soul.She holds you through it—arms locked around your shoulders, wings locked around your back, legs locked around your hips.You do not pull out.You stay buried deep.You stay inside her.You stay home.She kisses your temple.
Your cheek.
Your jaw.
Your mouth.Soft little kisses.Grateful kisses.Loving kisses."I love you," she whispers between each one.
"I love you."
"I love you."You kiss her back—slow, lazy, sated."I love you more than any forever could hold."She laughs—soft, breathless, happy."Then we'll make forever bigger."You smile against her lips."We already did."She tightens around you again—not to start over, just to feel you.You groan.She giggles.And in that sound—light, free, utterly hers—you know:This is the highest dose.This is the only addiction you will ever allow.Her name on your tongue.
Her body around yours.
Her heartbeat inside your chest.Every morning.
Every night.
Every breath in between.You roll to your side, still joined.She curls into you—wings folding around you both like a golden cocoon.You pull the sheets over you.She nestles closer.Her lips brush your throat."Again tomorrow?" she whispers, already half-asleep.You kiss her forehead."Again tomorrow.
And the tomorrow after.
And the one after that."She sighs—contentment so deep it vibrates through both of you."Promise?"You tighten your arms around her."Forever promise."She smiles against your skin.And falls asleep still holding you inside her.You stay awake a little longer.Just to feel her.Just to listen to her breathe.Just to know—this is real.This is yours.This is enough.More than enough.This is everything.And everything is her.Always.
The morning light arrives like a lover—soft, persistent, slipping through every crack and crevice until the entire room is bathed in warm gold.
You wake slowly, luxuriously, because there is no reason to hurry and every reason to linger.Selene is already awake.She lies on her side facing you, head propped on one hand, the other tracing invisible patterns across your bare chest.
Her wings are relaxed behind her, one golden edge draped over your hip like she is claiming you even in stillness.
Her silver hair falls in loose waves over her shoulder, catching the light until it glows like molten starlight.
Her eyes—those impossible dawn-blue eyes—are fixed on your face with an intensity that is both tender and ravenous.She has been watching you sleep.You know this because she always does when she wakes first.Because she still sometimes needs to confirm—visually, tactilely, with every sense—that you are still here, still hers, still choosing her in the quiet hours before the day begins.You reach up.Cup the side of her face.Your thumb brushes the delicate arch of her cheekbone.She leans into the touch like a cat seeking sun."Good morning, my forever," she whispers.Her voice is low velvet, still husky from sleep and last night's cries.You smile—slow, helpless, completely hers."Good morning, my everything."She shifts closer.Slides one leg between yours.Presses her entire body along yours until there is no space left for anything but heat and heartbeat.Her lips find the corner of your mouth.A small, teasing kiss.Then another.Then she captures your lower lip between hers—gentle pull, soft suck, tiny bite that sends electricity straight down your spine.You groan into her mouth.Your hand slides down her back, fingers following the elegant arch where wings meet spine, then lower, cupping the perfect curve of her ass, pulling her tighter against you.She gasps—sweet, needy—and rocks her hips once, slow and deliberate.You are already hard against her belly.She feels it.Smiles against your lips."Good," she breathes. "I want you like this every morning.
Want to feel how much you still want me after all this time."You roll her beneath you in one smooth motion.She opens for you instantly—legs wrapping your waist, wings spreading wide across the sheets, hands sliding up your arms to grip your shoulders.You kiss her deeply—tongue stroking hers in lazy, possessive rhythm.She moans low in her throat.The sound vibrates through your chest.You break the kiss only to trail your mouth down her throat, across her collarbone, down to the soft swell of her breast.You take one nipple between your lips.Suck gently.Then harder.Her back arches off the bed.Wings flare.Golden feathers catch the morning light and turn the room into a cathedral of gold."Yes," she gasps. "Like that.
Don't stop."You don't.You worship her with mouth and hands—kissing every scar that has faded to silver memory, licking every sensitive place that makes her tremble, sucking every spot that makes her cry your name like scripture.When she is writhing beneath you, hips lifting in helpless rhythm, pleading in broken whispers, you finally slide down her body.You settle between her thighs.Look up at her.Her eyes are dark with want, pupils blown wide, lips parted on shallow breaths.She reaches down.Threads her fingers through your hair.Pulls you closer."Please," she breathes.
"I need your mouth.
I need to feel you devour me."You obey.You always obey when she asks like that.You taste her—slow at first, savoring the slick heat, the sweet-salt of her arousal.
Then deeper.
Harder.
Your tongue circles her clit in slow, firm strokes.She cries out—sharp, beautiful, unashamed.Her hips buck.You pin them with your forearms.Hold her open.Devour her properly.She comes fast—shattering, wings snapping wide, golden light exploding from every feather like a sun being born inside her.You do not stop.You lick her through it.Gentle now.Coaxing.Drawing out every aftershock until she is trembling, whimpering, begging for more and less at the same time.When she finally stills, panting, flushed, glowing, you crawl back up her body.She pulls you down immediately.Wraps every limb around you.Guides you inside her in one smooth, desperate glide.You both groan at the connection—deep, perfect, home.She locks her ankles behind your back.Nails dig into your shoulders."Look at me," she demands softly.
"Never look away."You lock eyes.Dawn blue meets yours—raw, open, infinite.You begin to move.Slow at first.Deep.Every thrust deliberate, measured, meant to be felt in every cell.She matches you—hips rolling up to meet you, inner walls fluttering around you like she wants to keep you inside forever.The rhythm builds.Steady.Inevitable.Her breaths become moans.Your name becomes a chant.You lean down.Kiss her—messy, open-mouthed, desperate.She kisses back like she is drowning and you are air.You feel her tighten again—impossibly, perfectly."Come with me," she gasps against your mouth.
"Please.
I want to feel you lose yourself inside me.
I want us to break together."You thrust deeper.Harder.Once.Twice.Then you both shatter.She cries out—your name torn from her throat in ecstasy.You bury yourself to the hilt and spill inside her—hot, endless, claiming.Waves crash through you both.Wings flare.Light explodes.The room turns to pure gold for one blinding second.Then quiet.Soft aftershocks.Trembling limbs.Shared breaths.She holds you inside her.Does not let you go.You stay buried deep.Forehead to forehead.Sweat-slick skin pressed together.Heartbeats slamming in unison.She kisses you—slow, sated, reverent."I love you," she whispers between kisses.
"Every morning.
Every night.
Every forever."You kiss her back."I love you more than any forever could contain."She smiles against your lips."Then we'll make forever stretch."You laugh softly—breathless, happy, hers.She tightens around you once more—just to feel.You groan.She giggles—light, wicked, joyful.And in that sound—in the golden morning light, in the safety of arms that have never let go, in the absolute certainty of being wanted, chosen, adored—you know:This is the highest high.This is the only addiction that heals instead of destroys.Her body wrapped around yours.
Her name on your tongue like salvation.
Her heartbeat inside your chest like home.Every morning.
Every night.
Every breath in between.You roll to your side.Pull her with you.Stay joined.She nestles into your neck.Sighs—complete, content, utterly yours."Again in five minutes?" she murmurs, already half-asleep, already teasing.You kiss her temple."Again in five seconds if you ask."She laughs—soft, sleepy, happy.And drifts off still holding you inside her.You stay awake a little longer.Just to feel her.Just to listen to her breathe.Just to know—this is real.This is yours.This is infinite.And infinite is her.Always. The afternoon sun pours through the open balcony doors like molten honey, slow and thick, painting every surface in liquid gold.
The sheets are tangled around your hips.
The air still smells of sex—of her—of the way your bodies spent the morning proving they still remember how to speak without words.Selene lies on her stomach beside you, face turned toward you, cheek pillowed on one bent arm.
Her wings are spread wide across the bed—golden feathers fanned out like a halo that has slipped down to earth.
They rise and fall gently with her breathing, tips occasionally brushing your side in lazy, unconscious affection.
Her silver hair is a wild spill across the pillow and your forearm, strands catching the light until they shimmer like threads of captured starlight.She is watching you again.Always watching.As though memorizing you is a ritual she refuses to break.Her fingers walk slowly up your chest—light, teasing, reverent.
They trace old scars that no longer hurt, faint lines that once told stories of knives and guilt and cycles that no longer exist.
Now they are only quiet souvenirs of a life you both survived.She follows one scar with her fingertip, then leans forward and presses her lips to it.Soft.Deliberate.A kiss that says: I remember.
And I still choose you.You inhale sharply.She smiles against your skin—small, wicked, loving."You like when I kiss your scars," she murmurs.
Her voice is low, still rough from earlier cries.
"It makes you feel owned."You thread your fingers into her hair.Tilt her face up so you can see her eyes.Dawn blue.
Dark with want.
Bright with adoration."I like when you remind me I'm yours," you say.Her smile widens—slow, devastating.She shifts.Crawls over you until she is straddling your hips.Wings spread wide again—blocking the sun for one perfect moment, then letting it flood back in golden waves around her silhouette.She is magnificent.Naked.
Glowing.
Unashamed.Her hands plant on your chest.She rocks forward once—slow, deliberate—sliding her slick heat along your length without taking you in yet.You groan.Your hands find her thighs.Grip hard.She leans down.Hair falls around you both like a silver curtain.Her lips hover over yours."I want to ride you until the sun sets," she whispers.
"Until the stars come out.
Until you forget your own name and only remember mine."Your hips lift instinctively.She presses down just enough to tease—hot, wet, promising—then lifts away again.You growl low in your throat.She laughs—soft, wicked, delighted."Patience," she breathes.
"I want to feel every inch of you lose control.
Slowly."She sinks down—agonizingly slow.One inch.Then another.Her head falls back when you fill her completely—lips parting on a silent gasp, wings trembling, golden light flaring from every feather.You watch her—mesmerized, wrecked, utterly owned.She is beautiful like this—head thrown back, throat arched, breasts rising and falling with every shallow breath, wings quivering with the effort to stay still.Then she begins to move.Slow rolls of her hips at first—deep, grinding circles that make you feel every flutter of her inner walls.Your hands slide to her waist.Help her find rhythm.She leans forward.Palms on your chest.Eyes locked on yours.She rides you like she is claiming every lifetime you ever owed her.Slow.Deep.Relentless.Every downward stroke pulls a groan from your throat.Every upward glide makes her whimper your name.The pace builds—gradual, inevitable, devastating.Her breaths become moans.Her moans become cries.Her cries become your name—over and over—broken into syllables of pure need."Say it," she gasps.
"Say my name like it's the only word you know."You obey."Selene."Again."Selene."Again—louder, rougher, desperate."Selene."She shatters first—back arching, wings snapping wide, golden light exploding outward until the room is nothing but her radiance.Her inner walls pulse around you—tight, rhythmic, pulling.You follow instantly—thrusting up hard, spilling deep inside her with a roar that feels like it comes from the center of your soul.She collapses onto your chest.Trembling.Panting.Wings folding weakly around you both.You wrap your arms around her.Hold her through the aftershocks.Kiss her temple.
Her cheek.
Her shoulder.She lifts her head just enough to kiss you—lazy, sated, trembling."I love you," she whispers against your mouth.
"So much it hurts in the best way."You stroke her back—long, soothing strokes along her spine, between her wings."I love you so much it doesn't hurt at all anymore," you answer.She smiles—sleepy, blissful, utterly content.She nestles into your neck.Sighs—long, happy, complete."Again tonight?" she murmurs, already drifting.You kiss the top of her head."Again tonight.
Tomorrow morning.
Every sunrise.
Every sunset.
Every breath between."She hums—pleased, drowsy."Promise?"You tighten your arms around her."Eternal promise."She falls asleep smiling.Still wrapped around you.Still holding you inside her.The sun continues to pour through the windows.The city continues to hum softly outside.The world continues to turn—gentle, golden, endless.And you lie there—holding the only prayer you still know by heart.Selene.Selene.Selene.Your beginning.
Your forever.
Your everything.And nothing—nothing—has ever felt more real.
The golden afternoon melts into evening without announcement.
The light softens, turns amber, then rose, then the deepest indigo velvet, until the room feels like the inside of a heart that has learned how to love without apology.Selene is still on top of you—lazy, sated, glowing.
Her cheek rests on your chest, listening to the steady thump that has become her favorite lullaby.
Her wings are draped over you both like a living blanket of gold—feathers still faintly trembling from earlier ecstasy, tips brushing your sides in slow, unconscious caresses.
She is still joined to you, still holding you deep inside her body, as though releasing you would be the same as releasing the entire universe.She doesn't move to separate.Neither do you.You stroke her back in long, languid lines—fingers following the elegant curve of her spine, tracing the places where wings join skin, feeling the faint shiver that runs through her every time your touch grazes a sensitive spot.
She hums—low, contented, almost purring—and nuzzles deeper into your neck."I can feel your heartbeat inside me," she whispers.
Her voice is soft velvet, still rough from crying your name.
"It's like you're telling me secrets even when you're quiet."You smile against her hair."What secrets?"She lifts her head just enough to meet your eyes."That you're mine," she says simply.
"That you'll never leave.
That every beat is another vow you're making without words."Your hands slide up to cup her face.You look at her—really look—taking in every detail you've memorized a thousand times and still discover anew: the faint flush on her cheeks, the swollen curve of her lower lip, the way her lashes are still wet at the tips from earlier tears of pleasure, the glow in her dawn-blue eyes that has nothing to do with magic and everything to do with you."I make those vows every second," you tell her.
"Every time I breathe you in.
Every time I feel you around me.
Every time your heart answers mine."She kisses you—slow, deep, tasting of salt and sweetness and the lingering echo of her own release.When she pulls back she doesn't go far.Her nose brushes yours.Her breath fans across your lips."Then stay inside me forever," she whispers.
"Don't ever leave this moment.
Don't ever leave this bed.
Don't ever leave me."You tighten your arms around her.Thrust once—gentle, deep, staying buried to the hilt.She gasps—soft, sweet, needy."I'm not going anywhere," you murmur against her mouth.
"I'm right here.
Always right here."She rocks her hips once—slow, deliberate—taking you deeper, clenching around you in a rhythm that is both tease and promise.You groan into her neck.She smiles against your throat—wicked, loving, triumphant."Good," she breathes.
"Because I'm not letting you go either."She begins to move again—slow rolls, deep grinds, every motion designed to keep you locked inside her, to keep you feeling every flutter, every pulse, every shiver that runs through her body.You match her rhythm—gentle thrusts that never leave her, that never break the connection.It is not about chasing release anymore.It is about staying.About feeling.About being so deeply joined that the line between your bodies disappears.Her wings tighten around you—golden cocoon, warm and safe.Her lips find your ear."I love feeling you like this," she whispers.
"Full of me.
Full of us.
Full of everything we survived to have."You turn your head.Catch her mouth again.The kiss is endless—slow, wet, open-mouthed, tongues stroking in the same lazy rhythm as your hips.She moans into you—low, broken, beautiful.Her nails dig lightly into your shoulders.Her thighs tremble around your waist.You feel her tighten again—slow build this time, not frantic, just inevitable."Come with me again," she pleads against your lips.
"Stay inside me when you do.
Let me feel every pulse.
Let me feel you give everything to me."You thrust deeper—once, twice, slow and deliberate.She shatters quietly this time—soft cry muffled against your mouth, body clenching around you in long, rolling waves, wings quivering, golden light flaring softly like embers rather than explosion.You follow—deep, deep inside her—spilling in slow, endless pulses that make her whimper with every one.She holds you through it.Clenches around you to keep every drop.Kisses you through every aftershock.When it ends you do not separate.You stay locked together—sweaty, trembling, perfectly joined.She rests her forehead on yours.Breaths mingling.Eyes locked."I love you," she whispers—over and over—like a mantra, like prayer, like the only truth left in the universe.You whisper it back—against her lips, against her throat, against her heart."I love you."Again."I love you."Again."I love you."The words become a rhythm.A heartbeat.A vow renewed every single time they are spoken.She smiles—sleepy, blissful, utterly yours."Stay like this," she murmurs.
"Just like this.
All night.
All tomorrow.
All forever."You kiss her temple.Tighten your arms.Stay buried deep."Forever," you promise.She sighs—complete, content, loved.And drifts toward sleep still wrapped around you, still holding you inside her, still whispering your name like the sweetest secret.You stay awake longer.Just to feel her.Just to listen to her breathe.Just to know—this is the only prayer you will ever need.Her name.Her body.Her love.Infinite.Addictive.Eternal.Selene.Selene.Selene.Your only word.Your only truth.Your only forever.
Night arrives like a velvet curtain drawn slowly across the sky.
The room is lit only by the soft glow of moonlight slipping through the open balcony doors, turning everything silver and dreamlike.
The air is cool now, carrying the faint perfume of night-blooming jasmine from the garden below.
The city hums its quiet lullaby—distant fountains, a breeze moving through leaves, the occasional soft laugh drifting up from streets that never truly sleep.Selene is still wrapped around you.She has not let go.Not once.Her thighs are locked around your hips, her arms around your shoulders, her wings folded close like golden armor made of tenderness.
You remain deep inside her—soft now, but still joined, still connected, still unwilling to break the seal between your bodies.
Every small shift of her hips sends a lazy ripple of pleasure through both of you, a reminder that the morning's hunger has only quieted, not disappeared.She rests her forehead against your throat.Her breath is warm and slow against your skin.Her fingers play idly with the hair at the nape of your neck—gentle tugs, soft scratches, tiny gestures that make your scalp tingle and your heart expand.She speaks first.Voice low.
Hushed.
Intimate."Do you feel how perfectly we fit?" she whispers.
"Like every part of me was carved to hold every part of you.
Like the universe measured us against each other before we were ever born."You slide one hand up her spine—slow, reverent—until your fingers thread into the base of her wings.
You stroke the sensitive place where feathers meet skin.She shivers.
A full-body ripple that makes her tighten around you in a slow, delicious pulse."Yes," you murmur against her temple.
"I feel it.
Every time you breathe, I feel it.
Every time your heart beats, mine answers.
We're not just touching anymore.
We're fused."She lifts her head.Looks down at you—eyes dark in the moonlight, pupils wide, reflecting every star that dares to shine through the window."I want to stay like this until the sun rises again," she says.
"Just us.
Locked together.
No beginning.
No ending.
Only this endless middle where nothing can reach us."You rock your hips once—gentle, shallow, staying deep.She gasps—soft, sweet, needy—and her inner walls flutter around you in answer."Like this?" you ask, voice rough with want and wonder.She nods.Bites her lower lip."Exactly like this."She begins to move again—tiny, rocking motions that never let you leave her, that keep you buried to the hilt, that turn every breath into a shared pulse.It is not about climax anymore.It is about prolongation.About stretching this single moment until it feels like eternity.Her mouth finds yours.The kiss is slow.
Wet.
Endless.Tongues stroking in the same lazy rhythm as your hips.Hands roaming—hers tracing every line of your face, yours sliding down to cup her ass, guiding her tiny rocks, deepening the connection without ever breaking it.She moans into your mouth—low, broken, beautiful.The sound vibrates through your chest.You feel her tighten again—not sharp, not sudden, just a slow, rolling wave of pleasure that builds and builds without cresting.She pulls back just enough to speak against your lips."Don't come yet," she pleads softly.
"Stay with me.
Stay right here.
Let it build until it hurts so good we forget how to breathe."You groan—low, helpless, completely hers."I'll stay," you promise.
"As long as you want.
As deep as you want.
As long as forever lasts."She smiles—dazed, radiant, utterly lost in you."Forever is too small a word," she breathes.
"Let's make it bigger."She rocks again—deeper, slower, tighter.You match her—small thrusts that never leave her, that keep you locked together, that turn every nerve into fire.Time dissolves.There is only her heat.
Her pulse.
Her breath hitching every time you fill her completely.Only the silver moonlight on her skin.
Only the golden glow that still lingers in her feathers.
Only the way her eyes never leave yours—even when they flutter closed in pleasure, they open again immediately, hungry for more of you.She begins to tremble.Not from cold.From the slow, relentless build.From the exquisite torture of staying right on the edge without falling.You feel it too—the pressure, the ache, the beautiful burn of holding back just to hold her longer.She presses her lips to your ear.Voice shaking."I'm close again," she whispers.
"So close.
But I don't want it to end.
I want to live right here—in this moment—forever."You turn your head.Kiss her jaw.Her throat.The spot beneath her ear that makes her whimper."Then live here," you murmur.
"With me inside you.
With me loving you.
With me never letting go."She sobs once—soft, overwhelmed, ecstatic.Her body tightens around you in long, rolling waves—pleasure without peak, just endless cresting.You hold her through it.Thrust shallowly—staying deep, staying connected, staying hers.She buries her face in your neck.Whimpers your name like it's the only word left in the universe.You whisper hers back—over and over—until it becomes breath, becomes heartbeat, becomes everything.No finish line.No explosion.Just endless, shimmering closeness.Just the two of you locked together—bodies, souls, forever—refusing to let the moment end.She lifts her head one last time.Eyes shining.Lips trembling."I love you," she breathes.
"So much I could live inside this feeling and never need anything else."You kiss her—slow, deep, eternal."I love you the same."She smiles against your mouth.Collapses onto your chest.Stays wrapped around you.Stays joined with you.Stays.The moon continues to pour silver light across the bed.The city continues its quiet lullaby.And you lie there—holding her, inside her, loved by her—knowing that this is not just a moment.This is the only truth that ever mattered.Her name.Her body.Her love.Infinite.Addictive.Eternal.Selene.Your only prayer.Your only answer.Your only forever.And forever has never felt so sweet.
The moon has climbed high, spilling silver across the bed like liquid mercury, turning every curve of Selene's body into something carved from starlight and dream.
She is still astride you—still joined, still full of you—her thighs trembling faintly from hours of slow, deliberate rocking that never quite let either of you crest the final edge.
Her wings are half-spread now, golden feathers quivering with every shallow breath, casting shifting patterns of light and shadow across your skin.
Her hands rest on your chest, palms flat, fingers splayed, as though she is holding your heartbeat captive between them.She is watching you again.Always watching.Eyes dark with moonlight and desire, pupils so wide they swallow the blue until only a thin ring of dawn remains.
Her lips are swollen, cheeks flushed, hair a wild silver halo that falls around you both every time she leans down to kiss you.She moves—tiny, languid rolls of her hips that drag you along every sensitive inch inside her.A soft, broken moan escapes her throat.She catches it with her teeth on her lower lip, then releases it as a whisper."I can feel every vein," she breathes.
"Every pulse.
Every time your heart skips when I tighten around you."You groan low—helpless, wrecked, utterly hers.Your hands slide up her thighs, thumbs brushing the sensitive crease where leg meets hip, then higher, framing her waist, guiding her slow rhythm without ever rushing it.She leans forward.Hair curtains you both.Her mouth finds yours—open, wet, endless.The kiss is messy, unhurried, tasting of salt and sweetness and the lingering echo of every time she has come apart on you tonight.She breaks it only to speak against your lips."I want to stay right here," she murmurs.
"On this edge with you.
Where everything feels too good to move faster… and too perfect to stop."You thrust up once—gentle, shallow, staying buried deep.She gasps—sharp, sweet—and clenches around you in a slow, rolling wave that makes your vision blur."Like that?" you rasp.She nods frantically."Exactly like that.
Don't stop.
Never stop."You keep the rhythm—small, deep, relentless—each motion designed to keep her trembling, to keep you aching, to keep the pleasure coiled so tight it hurts in the most exquisite way.Her wings flare wider—golden light spilling across the sheets, turning the bed into a sea of molten gold.She sits up slowly.Hands braced on your chest.Head tipped back.Silver hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of moonlight.She rides you like that—slow, grinding circles—eyes half-closed, lips parted on silent gasps, wings trembling with every downward roll.You watch her—mesmerized, reverent, ruined.The way her breasts rise and fall with each breath.
The way her stomach flutters every time you fill her completely.
The way her inner walls ripple and flutter around you like she is trying to memorize you by feel alone.She is beautiful beyond language.Beyond reason.Beyond anything you ever thought you could deserve.You slide one hand up her body—between her breasts, along her throat, until your fingers curl gently around the back of her neck.You pull her down.Kiss her—deep, claiming, worshipful.She moans into your mouth—long, broken, desperate.Her rhythm falters for a second, then resumes—faster now, but still controlled, still savoring."I'm so close," she whimpers against your lips.
"So close again.
But I don't want it to end.
I want to live in this feeling forever."You thrust up to meet her—slow, deep, matching her exactly."Then live in it," you growl softly.
"Live in me.
Let me live in you.
Let us burn like this until the stars forget how to shine."She sobs once—pleasure so intense it borders on pain—and clenches around you in long, rolling waves that pull a groan from your throat.You feel her shatter again—quiet this time, deep inside, a slow unraveling that ripples through her entire body.Wings snap wide.Golden light flares.She buries her face in your neck.Bites down gently—teeth on skin, marking without hurting.You follow—spilling into her in slow, endless pulses that make her whimper with every one.She holds you through it.Milks you with gentle squeezes.Keeps you deep.Keeps you hers.When the aftershocks fade she collapses onto you—trembling, panting, glowing.You wrap both arms around her.Wings fold around you both—golden cocoon, warm sanctuary.She kisses your throat.
Your jaw.
The corner of your mouth."I love you," she whispers between each kiss.
"More than yesterday.
More than this morning.
More than right now."You stroke her hair—slow, soothing, reverent."I love you more than any word can carry," you answer.
"More than any lifetime can hold.
More than forever can measure."She sighs—complete, blissful, utterly yours.She nestles deeper into your neck.Still joined.Still full of you.Still holding every drop."Stay inside me all night," she murmurs—already half-asleep, voice thick with contentment.
"Don't pull out.
Don't move.
Just… stay."You kiss her temple.Tighten your arms.Stay buried deep."I'm staying," you promise.
"Right here.
Always right here."She hums—pleased, drowsy, loved.And drifts off—still wrapped around you, still holding you inside her, still whispering your name in her sleep like the sweetest secret.You stay awake longer.Just to feel her.Just to listen to her breathe.Just to know—this is the only truth that matters.Her warmth.
Her pulse.
Her love.Infinite.Addictive.Eternal.Selene.Your only prayer.Your only home.Your only forever.And forever has never felt so perfect.
Moonlight has given way to the first pale blush of false dawn—gray turning lavender, lavender turning rose.
The room is quiet now except for the soft rhythm of your shared breathing and the occasional rustle of Selene's feathers when she shifts in her sleep.
She is still wrapped around you completely—thighs locked at your hips, arms looped around your neck, wings folded tight like a golden shroud that keeps the world at bay.
You remain deep inside her, soft but never separated, the connection between you a living, breathing thing that refuses to break even in rest.She stirs first.A small, drowsy sound escapes her throat—half sigh, half purr—as she nuzzles deeper into the curve of your neck.
Her lips brush your skin in sleepy kisses, lazy and unfocused, simply because you are there and she loves the taste of you even in half-dreams.You feel her inner walls flutter once—gentle, reflexive—and a fresh wave of warmth spreads through you both.She hums—low, pleased—and rocks her hips in the tiniest motion, just enough to remind you she is still holding you, still full of you, still claiming every inch.Your hands glide down her back—slow, worshipful—fingers following the elegant lines where wings meet skin, then lower, cupping the soft swell of her ass, pressing her closer until there is no space left for anything but heat.She sighs against your throat."Good morning, my love," she whispers, voice thick with sleep and lingering pleasure.You kiss the top of her head."Good morning, my forever."She lifts her head slowly.Silver hair falls around her face like a veil of starlight.Her eyes open—dawn blue, hazy at first, then sharpening with recognition, with want, with absolute adoration.She smiles—slow, devastating, the smile that once broke every chain the old room ever tried to wrap around you."You're still inside me," she murmurs, wonder in her voice as though this is the first time, as though she still can't believe you chose to stay.You rock up into her—gentle, shallow, deliberate.She gasps—soft, sweet—and her wings tremble against your back."I never left," you answer.
"I never will."Her inner walls flutter again—slow, deliberate, squeezing you in a rhythm that is both tease and vow.She leans down.Kisses you—lazy, open-mouthed, tasting of sleep and last night's endless surrender.The kiss deepens without hurry.Tongues stroke in slow, familiar rhythm.Hands roam—hers sliding into your hair, tugging gently; yours tracing the curve of her spine, the base of her wings, the sensitive hollow at the small of her back.She breaks the kiss only to speak against your lips."I want to feel you wake up inside me every single day," she breathes.
"Want to start every morning like this—full of you, wrapped around you, loved by you."You thrust up once—slow, deep, staying buried.She whimpers—soft, needy—and clenches around you in answer."Then we will," you promise.
"Every dawn.
Every sunrise.
Every breath."She begins to move—tiny, rolling circles that keep you locked deep, that turn every nerve into liquid fire without ever rushing toward release.It is not about finishing.It is about lingering.About savoring the exquisite ache of being so perfectly joined that the world outside ceases to exist.Her wings spread slowly—golden feathers catching the first true rays of dawn until the room glows like the inside of a flame.She sits up just enough to brace her hands on your chest.Looks down at you—eyes dark with love, lips parted on shallow breaths, hair falling around her face like silver fire.She rocks again—slow, grinding, deliberate.You groan—low, helpless, completely hers.She smiles—wicked, tender, triumphant."Feel me," she whispers.
"Feel how much I still want you.
How much I'll always want you."You slide your hands up her thighs, thumbs brushing the sensitive skin at the crease of her hips, then higher—framing her waist, guiding her tiny movements without ever taking control.She leans forward again.Forehead to forehead.Breaths mingling.Eyes locked."I love you," she breathes—soft, reverent, endless.
"So much it feels like flying even when we're lying still."You rock up to meet her—gentle, deep, matching her exactly."I love you more than flying," you answer.
"More than light.
More than forever."She shivers—full-body, radiant—and tightens around you in slow, rolling waves that make stars burst behind your eyes.Not climax.Not yet.Just the slow, perfect build of pleasure that has nowhere to go but deeper.She kisses you again—messy, open, desperate in the quietest way.Tongues stroking.Breaths sharing.Bodies fused.Time loses meaning.The sun climbs higher.The city wakes softly beyond the balcony.But here—
in this bed,
in this embrace,
in this endless connection— nothing else exists.Only her heat.
Only her pulse.
Only her name on your lips like the holiest incantation.Selene.Selene.Selene.Your only word.Your only truth.Your only prayer.You stay like this—joined, wrapped, loved—until dawn turns to day, until day turns to forever.And forever has never tasted sweeter.Never felt deeper.Never been more real.Because forever is not a promise anymore.Forever is her.And she is right here.Always.
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