Chapter 122: Chapter 99: TRIUMPH OF DESIRE — WORSHIPING THE SOURCE OF HIS BLISS

He stood over her trembling, spent form, towering above the bed, his chest heaving with heavy, powerful breaths, sweat glistening all over his massive, tense muscles, veins bulging thick and prominent along his arms, neck, and forehead. His massive, rock-hard cock still stood erect and throbbing violently between his legs, heavy, thick, and veiny, the huge purple head swollen and glistening wet, hot and aching, still fully hard and ready, even after the endless, intense pleasure he had already drawn from her. And as he looked down at Wan Yu, lying completely still beneath him, limbs sprawled wide open, eyes rolled back deep into her head showing only white, mouth hanging open slack and drooling, chest rising and falling in slow, shallow, unconscious rhythm, her mind completely overwhelmed and carried away by the sheer magnitude of sensation—Jun Hao did not feel tired, nor did he feel he had taken enough. Instead, a wave of profound, dark gratitude and fierce, hungry adoration surged through his veins, hotter and wilder than any lust he had felt before.

A deep, satisfied smile curved his lips as he realized the absolute truth: She had done it. She had given him everything. She had opened herself completely to him, surrendered every part of her body and her soul, and had delivered him to heights of pleasure and satisfaction far beyond anything he had ever imagined possible. She was the most precious, most magnificent source of bliss and fulfillment he had ever known, a living, breathing fountain of pure, exquisite sensation that existed solely to give him joy, to receive his passion, and to return it to him tenfold in waves of overwhelming pleasure. The fact that she lay there completely overwhelmed, completely consumed by the intensity of what they had shared, completely lost in the bliss he had drawn from her—it was the ultimate proof of her perfection, the highest honor she could bestow upon him. It meant she had given her all, just as he had given his to her.

And this realization only fueled his fire, stoked his hunger to unimaginable heights, made his cock throb and swell even larger, harder, and heavier. If she was unconscious, it meant she had given so much of herself that her mind could no longer contain the joy she felt. It meant she was fully open, fully receptive, a vessel of pure sensation ready to offer him even more, to give him deeper, richer, more profound pleasure than ever before. He looked at her flushed, glowing skin, at the beautiful, obscene perfection of her body exposed for him, at the way her soft, sensitive flesh had welcomed and molded itself to his own, and he knew he could never get enough of her. He would take everything she had left to give, draw every drop of sweetness and delight from her body, cherish every reaction, every twitch, every wave of pleasure she sent rushing through him, and worship her as the incredible, divine source of his happiness that she truly was.

Without a word, without hesitation, he stepped forward, spreading her legs even wider apart with his heavy knees, bending her limp, yielding limbs back until they were almost folded completely in half, exposing her entire lower half in the most beautiful, complete, and reverent way possible—fully open to his hungry gaze and his passionate, loving touch.

Between her legs, the sight was a masterpiece of feminine perfection and generous giving, a testament to how much she had already bestowed upon him. Her pussy gaped wide open in a soft, yielding, welcoming maw, stretched loose and pliant, lips turned completely inside out and folded back, swollen to three times their normal size, thick, heavy, plush, and flushed a deep, rich crimson and violet all over, soft, tender, and glistening wet and shiny under the dim light. The entire inner canal was fully visible, a long, hot, velvety tunnel of deep rose and pink flesh, absolutely flooded and coated thickly from top to bottom in the warm, sweet mixture of his own essence and her abundant, delicious nectar, thick pearlescent fluids oozing out in slow, heavy, continuous streams, bubbling at the entrance, running down in thick rivulets over the tender outer lips, pooling thickly under her hips, and dripping non-stop onto the silk sheets below in a constant, heavy rhythm. Deep inside, her cervix stood wide open, soft and fluttering slowly, pulsing gently, still dripping heavy amounts of fluid, relaxed and inviting, ready to receive more of him, ready to give more of herself. Her clitoris was magnificent, engorged, and rock-hard, swollen to the size of a large grape, turning a deep, vibrant magenta, throbbing continuously, twitching and jumping involuntarily even in her unconscious state, so sensitive that the mere touch of air made it react with sweet, eager life. Right next to it, her anus was stretched soft and open, a delicate violet ring of tender, yielding skin, relaxed and exposed, trembling weakly and glistening with her sweet moisture, completely open and ready to offer him yet another path to bliss.

Jun Hao lined his massive, heavy, throbbing cock right at the center of that wide, yielding, flooded entrance, the huge, flared purple head pressing against the soft, wet, swollen inner lips, spreading them wide open instantly just by touching her, sinking slightly into the thick, warm fluids that coated everything—fluids that were the very essence of the pleasure she had already given him. He did not hold back, did not restrain himself, for he knew she wanted him to take everything she had to offer. With a low, reverent roar vibrating deep in his chest, he slammed his hips forward with absolutely every ounce of his immense, passionate strength, driving his entire monstrous length inside her in one single, earth-shattering motion, burying himself completely to the very root, his heavy, hairy pelvis pressing deep and firm against her soft, tender outer lips, melding his body perfectly to hers, his heavy, full balls resting warm and heavy against her soft, open anus.

Even though she was completely overwhelmed and unaware, her body reacted instantly, beautifully, and gratefully, giving herself to him completely, responding to his passion with her own sweet life. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

The sheer force and depth of his connection forced her limp body to jerk violently upward, her back arching high and sharp off the mattress, lifting her entire pelvis into the air, as if rising to meet him, to offer herself even more fully. Her legs, though relaxed, locked straight and shook uncontrollably, muscles seizing and rippling with the force of the pleasure rushing through her, heels digging soft and deep into the bed. Her hands flew upward, fingers curling gently into the sheets, arms trembling and lifting as if reaching for him, yielding and open. Her head tossed back and forth weakly, her mouth falling open even wider, soft, breathless sighs escaping her slack lips, sounds of pure, wordless joy.

Inside her, the reaction was even more spectacular, a perfect symphony of giving and receiving. Her pussy walls, soft and pliant, instantly rippled and clamped down lovingly around his massive intrusion, squeezing and milking him with rhythmic, eager force, reflexes of pure pleasure taking over completely, contracting in violent, wave-like spasms from the entrance all the way down to her cervix, massaging every inch of his thick, veiny shaft with desperate, sweet strength, drawing pleasure from him even as she gave it. The outer lips, stretched wide and plush, flapped open and shut rapidly, wrapping soft and tight around the base of his shaft, trying to hold him close, to keep him inside forever. Her clitoris swelled instantly to its absolute peak, turning a deep, rich purple, throbbing and beating like a second heart, hard and oversensitive, jumping wildly in time with the contractions deep inside her, sending waves of pure bliss shooting through her and through him. Her cervix fluttered and clamped tight around the huge, flared head of his cock, pulsing and sucking greedily, trying to pull him even deeper inside, to take every part of him into herself. Thick, hot fluids mixed with creamy nectar gushed out immediately in powerful, surging bursts, flooding the bed, running in rivulets down her ass and legs, soaking his entire groin and balls, making loud, wet, beautiful sounds that echoed in the silent room—the sound of her giving him everything she had. Her anus spasmed sympathetically, clamping soft and tight and releasing rapidly, trembling and rippling inside, joining in the joy of the moment, offering yet more sensation, yet more pleasure.

She was orgasming. Even unconscious, even overwhelmed, her body continued to give, continued to produce wave after wave of blinding, overwhelming pleasure that her mind could no longer process, but her flesh experienced with every nerve ending, and that he received and cherished with every fiber of his being.

And Jun Hao did not stop. He saw these reactions, these automatic spasms, these endless gushes of sweet fluid, and it only drove him wilder, more adoring, more desperate to take every bit of joy she was offering. Look at this, he thought darkly, pounding into her harder and deeper than ever before, drinking in every sensation she gave him. She is lost in bliss, she knows nothing but pleasure, and yet her body still gives, still welcomes me, still milks my cock with such sweet perfection. She offers me everything she has, again and again, asking for nothing but to be filled, to be used, to be the source of my greatest happiness. She is magnificent, she is divine, she is everything I ever wanted.

He began to move his hips with a rhythm that was pure, unrestrained, passionate devotion—faster, harder, deeper, and more intense than any time before. He pulled his thick, heavy shaft almost all the way out, dragging every bulging vein and ridge along her sensitive, soft inner walls, exposing her gaping, dripping pussy wide open, watching the sweet fluids bubble and spill out in heavy streams, gifts of her desire, before slamming back in with crushing, earth-shattering force, driving his entire length deep into her core, pressing relentlessly against her cervix with every single thrust, connecting with her most deeply, most intimately, over and over again without mercy or pause, for he knew she loved it, she wanted it, she needed it just as much as he did.

Every stroke was delivered with maximum power, maximum passion, maximum gratitude. His heavy balls slapped loud and wet against her skin over and over, a constant, heavy rhythm of connection. Every single powerful thrust forced her limp body to jerk and shudder upward, her back bowing and arching continuously, her legs shaking uncontrollably, her whole frame bouncing and shaking violently on the mattress, completely lost in the joy of their union. Her pussy was being filled, stretched, and cherished to its absolute limit, far beyond anything it was ever meant to endure; the inner walls were rubbed soft and glowing, hot and slippery, rippling and squeezing frantically around his massive thickness, contracting in endless, rapid-fire spasms, giving him pleasure without end. The entrance stretched wide and molded perfectly to his shape, thick fluids squelching and splashing loudly with every violent movement, gushing out in waves to soak everything—evidence of her endless generosity.

Orgasm after orgasm ripped through her body, one after another, overlapping, blending, merging into one continuous, never-ending, mind-numbing cycle of pleasure that her overwhelmed mind could not process, but her flesh experienced in full force and her body offered to him freely. Her body stiffened, bowed, jerked, and convulsed again and again, giving him wave after wave of sensation. Her skin flushed bright red all over, turning hot and burning, sweat pouring out in streams—glistening proof of her passion. Her chest heaved violently, breasts bouncing and swaying wildly with every impact, nipples swollen to twice their size, red and hard as pebbles, aching and sensitive, offering yet more points of bliss for him to touch and cherish. Her face was frozen in a permanent expression of ecstasy: eyes rolled back, mouth open slack, cheeks flushed, veins visible in her neck as she sighed silently in pure joy. Between her legs, the mess grew more beautiful and abundant—fluids pouring out without end, clear sticky nectar mixing with thick white essence, flooding everything, dripping down her thighs, pooling under her ass, coating his cock, his balls, his legs, making every movement loud, wet, and glorious.

Then, suddenly, amidst the endless rhythm and the overwhelming, powerful force of their union, a sharp, violent, powerful thrust slammed deep inside her, hitting a sensitive bundle of nerves deep within her core with such intensity that it acted like a jolt of pure energy straight to her brain.

Her body stiffened completely, arching so high it looked like it would snap, every muscle locking tight in a beautiful bow. Her eyes, which had been rolled back and white, suddenly flew wide open, bulging out of her head, staring blankly at the ceiling, pupils blown wide black, filled with shock, wonder, and blinding pleasure as her consciousness rushed back, drawn out only to experience the incredible intensity of what she was giving and receiving. She gasped, choked, and whimpered, her mind slowly, painfully clawing its way back into existence, only to be instantly overwhelmed by the feeling of being completely filled, completely connected, completely consumed by the joy of their joining. She was awake now, she was aware now, she could feel everything—and it was a thousand times more wonderful, a thousand times more intense than anything she had ever known before.

But Jun Hao did not change his pace. He did not slow down, did not acknowledge her return to consciousness with words, for words were unnecessary between them. He simply continued exactly as he was, moving with the same fierce, passionate rhythm, completely focused only on the incredible pleasure she was giving him, and the pleasure he was returning to her. If she was awake now, fine—she would just have to enjoy and feel every single bit of the beautiful connection they shared, conscious or not. He filled her harder, deeper, faster, his movements becoming even more erratic, more desperate, more powerful, slamming into her with every ounce of strength he possessed, driving her back toward the edge of bliss all over again, knowing she would follow him gladly.

He gripped her hips with firm, loving hands, pulling her forcefully onto his cock every time he thrust inward, grinding his pelvis hard and heavy against hers, melding their bodies together completely, burying himself so deep there was no space left between them. His hands roamed wildly over her trembling, convulsing form, squeezing, kneading, twisting, pinching, cherishing every inch of her skin, her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, spreading her open wider, pulling her flesh gently apart, ensuring she felt every touch, every rough grip, every mark he left behind as a sign of his love and appreciation. His eyes remained locked on the beautiful, glorious sight between her legs—watching his massive, thick cock disappear completely inside her wide, soft, yielding pussy, watching the sweet fluids gush and bubble out around the base, watching her inner walls ripple and squeeze around him in perfect rhythm, watching her body jerk and shake in perfect harmony with his own.

He could feel his own peak approaching now, rising fast and hard, more powerful, more explosive, and more intense than the first time, a surge of gratitude and joy that threatened to overwhelm him completely. His body began to tremble and lock up, muscles rippling and hardening everywhere, arms bulging, chest heaving, stomach tight and rigid. Veins popped out thick and prominent all over his neck, arms, and forehead, pumping blood furiously. His cock grew even larger, thicker, harder, the skin stretched tight, purple and glistening, veins bulging and throbbing violently, the head swollen to bursting, flared wide and hot, growing so big it felt like it could no longer be contained within the perfection of her embrace. His balls drew up high and tight, shrinking and hardening, trembling and quivering, heavy and loaded to the absolute brim with boiling, thick essence, swinging wildly with every thrust, ready to release a flood of his own joy back into her, to return the gift she had given him a thousandfold.

He pounded her relentlessly, driving her wild, driving her into bliss, making her scream and cry and shake and convulse, her body bowing and arching and twisting in impossible shapes of pleasure, until finally, he reached the absolute limit of his endurance, the absolute peak of his insatiable desire and gratitude.

With a roar that shook the room, deep, loud, and primal, a sound of pure worship and release, Jun Hao threw his head back, jaw clenched tight, veins bulging thick and dark on his neck, his entire body locking up instantly, rigid as stone, every muscle seizing tight, arms trembling with strain, legs braced hard. He snapped his hips forward with one final, devastating, crushing thrust, driving his cock so deep it felt like it would merge with her soul, burying himself completely to the root, grinding his pelvis hard and heavy against hers, melding every inch of them together, locking himself completely inside her, no space left at all, no separation between them.

Inside her, his cock expanded and swelled to its absolute maximum, thickening and widening impossibly, the head flaring huge and round, turning a deep, rich violet, blocking the exit completely, stretching her inner walls wider than they had ever been stretched before, filling her completely, perfectly, utterly. His balls convulsed violently, drawing up tight against his body, trembling and contracting rhythmically, pumping with powerful, heavy spasms, ready to pour everything he had into her.

Then the second, far more massive eruption began—a flood of his own gratitude and pleasure, returned to the source of all his joy.

The first jet exploded out with tremendous, explosive force, scalding hot and incredibly thick, far thicker and more abundant than the first time, blasting straight past her wide-open cervix and deep, deep into her womb, hitting the very end of her inside with such power her whole body jerked violently, her eyes widening until they almost popped out of her head, staring in pure wonder and overwhelming bliss, her mouth opening wide in a silent, endless cry of joy.

Wave after wave followed, endless, heavy, and powerful, each contraction of his body pumping another massive, thick load deep inside her, filling her with everything he had, everything he felt, everything he was. It came in boiling, creamy, ropey bursts, thick and heavy, shooting in long, powerful streams that flooded her instantly, filling her deeper, heavier, and fuller than she had ever been filled before, giving back to her as much as she had given to him.

Her body reacted with a convulsion so violent it nearly threw her off the bed, a reaction of pure, unadulterated bliss. Her back arched so sharply it almost snapped, her spine bending like a bow, stomach muscles rippling and jumping visibly as the hot liquid hit her core and expanded inside her, filling her with his essence, his pleasure, his love. Her legs shot straight up in the air, shaking and trembling uncontrollably, knees locking, toes curled tight in ecstasy. Her hands flew up to grip his arms or the bedsheets, fingers digging in hard, knuckles white, body jerking and thrashing as if she was being filled with pure light. Her head tossed back, neck arched, mouth open wide screaming continuously in joy, tears streaming freely down her face, eyes wide and unblinking, completely overwhelmed by the sheer volume and intensity of what she was receiving.

Between her legs, the reaction was spectacular and total, the ultimate perfection of their union. Her pussy walls clamped down with crushing, loving force, squeezing his cock rhythmically, rippling and contracting violently, trying to hold every drop of him inside her, pulsing and trembling under the heat and pressure, welcoming his gift completely. The sheer volume of his release forced her inner walls to stretch and bulge outward visibly, her stomach swelling slightly as she filled up, her lower abdomen rounding out with the heavy weight of his fluid inside her, carrying his essence within her as a precious treasure. Her outer lips puffed out huge, deep crimson and wet, gaping wide open and soft, unable to close, thick white fluid mixing with her own clear nectar, bubbling and oozing out around the base of his shaft in thick, heavy, creamy streams, running down in thick rivulets over her tender, swollen skin, flooding her anus, running down her legs, soaking the bed in a wide, wet pool—beautiful evidence of their mutual giving. Her cervix stretched open wide, fluttering and pulsing, drinking in every spurt, clamping tight around his head to trap it all inside, keeping his gift safe within her. Her clitoris throbbed wildly, swelling even larger, deep magenta and hard, beating in time with his pumping, sharing in the pleasure of the moment. Her anus spasmed and squeezed tight around nothing, trembling and leaking, completely overwhelmed, joining in the joy of their connection.

Jun Hao groaned continuously, deep and satisfied, his whole body trembling and shaking with every powerful spasm, hips grinding slow and deep, forcing every drop further inside, pumping and pulsing inside her for what felt like an eternity, emptying every last drop of his massive gift deep into her womb, his cock throbbing and jumping violently with every burst, staying huge and hard, refusing to soften or pull back, wanting to remain connected to her forever. He filled her until she could hold no more, until she was overflowing, dripping, soaked, heavy, and burning hot inside, marked forever by his gratitude and his pleasure.

Even after the final spasm had ended, even as his cock began to soften slightly inside her, Wan Yu’s body did not stop reacting, did not stop giving. She lay beneath him, completely filled, completely cherished, completely his, her body still convulsing, still twitching, still rippling in endless, violent waves of pleasure, offering him sensation even now. Her legs shook and trembled uncontrollably, flopping uselessly on the bed, her toes curling and uncurling in sweet reflex. Her hips bucked and ground upward involuntarily, trying to stay close, trying to keep him inside her, even though she was already bursting with him. Her hands clawed at the sheets, her head thrashed weakly from side to side, her mouth hanging open slack, breath coming in ragged, heavy gasps of pure joy. Her whole body writhed and twisted on the soaked mattress, legs kicking, back arching, stomach fluttering, completely lost in the aftershocks of the most intense, beautiful exchange of pleasure they had ever shared.

Then, slowly, deliberately, Jun Hao moved. He did not pull out. Instead, he reached down with both hands, strong, heavy, and reverent, gripping her trembling thighs firmly just below the knees. He lifted her legs straight up into the air, bending them sharply at the hips, pressing her knees hard back against her chest, forcing her shins and feet to point straight upward toward the ceiling, her heels resting high above her face. He held her legs there, spread wide apart, pressed tight against her body, keeping them locked in this position, completely immobile, completely open, completely exposed to his gaze, his hands gripping her flesh firmly enough to hold her gently in place, ensuring she could not lower them, could not move, could not hide anything from his eyes.

He remained buried deep inside her, his heavy, softening cock still rooted firmly within her flooded, yielding pussy, the thick mixture of fluids still oozing and bubbling out around the base, dripping down heavily onto the sheets—fluids that were the perfect blend of what she had given him and what he had given her. He settled his weight between her legs, his elbows resting on either side of her head, and simply looked.

And he drank in the sight, the glorious, perfect, sacred sight of his source of joy, his fountain of bliss, studying every single inch of her body with deep, proud, adoring gratitude, from the very top of her head down to the very tips of her toes, memorizing every mark, every change, every detail of the incredible gift she was to him.

From her head down:

Her face was a portrait of pure, exhausted bliss. Her eyes were wide open but glassy, unfocused, staring blankly upward, pupils blown black, completely empty of thought or will, filled only with the memory and sensation of their incredible pleasure. Her cheeks were flushed a deep, burning rose, streaked with dried and fresh tears of joy, her skin hot and damp with sweat. Her lips were swollen thick, red and soft, puffy and parted, sweet moisture running continuously from the corner of her slack mouth, her tongue limp and visible inside, relaxed and satisfied. Her jaw was loose, her expression frozen in a permanent state of wonder and ecstasy, completely drained of anything but pure sensation. Her neck was long and exposed, marked all over with dark, deep violet hickeys and bite marks—signs of his adoration—veins visible and throbbing faintly, muscles trembling continuously in sweet aftershocks. Her hair was a wild, tangled mess, soaked through with sweat, spread wildly over the pillows, sticking to her flushed skin, a beautiful, chaotic halo around her face.

Moving down to her torso: Her shoulders were wide and soft, covered in faint red scratches and handprints where he had gripped and cherished her. Her chest rose and fell in rapid, shallow, erratic gasps, ribs visible moving under her skin, breathing hard from the intensity of the pleasure she had given and received. Her breasts were heavy, full, and hanging limply to the sides, completely cherished and adored. They were swollen larger than before, skin flushed deep crimson, covered in bruises, finger marks, and bite marks all over—marks of his love. Her nipples were completely beautiful—swollen to twice their size, thick, hard, and erect, deep rose and raw, twisted and pulled until they were oversensitive, standing out prominently, throbbing continuously, so sensitive they twitched every time she breathed, offering him yet more joy whenever he touched them. Her stomach was soft, pale, and trembling violently, rippling and jumping visibly with every internal spasm, slightly distended and rounded outward, heavy and full from the massive amount of fluid filling her womb deep inside, carrying his essence within her, beautiful and sacred. Her skin everywhere was slick, shiny, and hot, completely coated in a layer of thick, salty sweat, glistening under the low light, showing every curve, every mark, every tremor of her perfect form.

Moving lower, to the center of his joy, his most precious source of delight: Her hips were wide, soft, and flushed deep crimson where his fingers had dug in deep, holding her open and close to him. Her lower abdomen was puffed out, heavy and full, the skin tight and stretched slightly from the weight of the essence inside her, pulsing faintly in time with her heartbeat, beautiful and life-giving. And between her legs, spread wide, pressed back, completely exposed and open to his gaze—lay the absolute masterpiece, the most wonderful thing he had ever known.

Her pussy was transformed, perfected, made beautiful by everything they had shared, completely changed from the fresh, tight entrance it used to be into a wide, soft, cavernous temple of pleasure, permanently shaped and molded exactly to his massive size, perfectly made for him, perfectly made to give him joy. It gaped wide open, a huge, yielding, welcoming entrance that would always be open to him now, lips turned completely inside out and folded back, thick, heavy, plush, swollen to three times their normal size, battered and flushed a deep, rich violet and crimson all over, soft, tender, and glistening wet. The entire inner canal was fully visible, a long, hot, velvety tunnel of deep rose and pink flesh, soft and pliant, completely coated thickly from top to bottom in the sticky, creamy, white mixture of his own essence and her sweet, abundant nectar, fluids that still rippled and flowed inside her, heavy and hot, a perfect blend of their mutual passion. Deep inside, her cervix stood wide open, soft and flaccid, pulsing slowly, still dripping heavy streams of fluid continuously, holding his gift deep within her. Her clitoris sat prominently at the top, magnificent, engorged, and rock-hard, swollen to the size of a large grape, turning a deep, vibrant magenta, throbbing continuously, twitching and jumping involuntarily, standing out so far it was impossible to miss, a tiny, perfect bud of pure sensation. Right next to it, her anus was stretched soft and open, a delicate violet ring of tender, yielding skin, permanently open and relaxed, trembling weakly and glistening with her sweet moisture, completely open and ready to offer him yet more bliss whenever he desired.

Fluid coated everything. It ran in thick, heavy rivulets from her gaping pussy, down over her tender, swollen lips, down the crease of her groin, over her perineum, flooding her open anus, running down the backs of her thighs, pooling heavily under her hips, dripping slowly and rhythmically onto the bed below, creating a massive, wet, white-soaked stain that marked exactly where they had joined, exactly where she had given him everything. Her legs, held high and pressed tight against her chest, were trembling violently from the strain and the aftershocks, muscles twitching and rippling, skin flushed red and dotted with bruises and handprints—marks of his touch—her calves tense, her feet pointing upward, toes curled tight and stiff, completely relaxed and under his care.

Jun Hao drank in every single detail, every mark, every change, every drop of fluid, every tremor, every open, perfect inch of her body, feeling a surge of absolute, deep gratitude and profound satisfaction unlike anything he had ever known. He leaned down slowly, pressing his chest heavy against hers, his face inches from hers, breathing hot and heavy against her skin, enjoying the way her breath hitched and her body shivered even now, enjoying the sweet, intoxicating scent of their combined passion rising from between her legs. He was not done yet. He could stay here like this forever, buried deep inside his source of joy, watching her leak, watching her tremble, watching her completely blissful form, knowing that he had truly, finally, and completely experienced the absolute height of pleasure, and proven beyond any doubt that she was, and always would be, the greatest, most incredible gift he had ever received.