Page 11 of The Panther’s Edge

“Cum with me,” he commanded, his hand returning to my cock, stroking me in time with his thrusts.

I didn’t have a choice. My body obeyed without consulting my brain. The pleasure built impossibly fast, cresting like a wave, and then I was cumming again, my body convulsing as Ravi thrust deep inside me one final time and found his own release. I felt him pulse inside me, felt the warmth of him, and it triggered another wave of pleasure, my cum pooling over his fingers.

We collapsed together on the beanbag, his arms still wrapped around me, both of us breathing hard. His cock softened inside me gradually, and I became acutely aware of every point where our bodies touched. My back against his chest. His arms around me. The weight of him anchoring me to this moment, to this reality.

For the first time in years, I felt like I wasn’t just awake and going through the motions, but that I was actually alive. And then, without warning, the emotions began flooding back, overwhelming my entire system as tears began to fall once more.

“Stay here for a while,” Ravi said, purring in my ear. “It’s going to be intense for a little while, but I’m right here. I’ve got you.”

I stayed there for a long time, wrapped up in Ravi’s arms while my body processed what had just happened. The tears came in waves, not the desperate, panicked kind I’d shed in the parking garage, but something deeper and more cleansing. Like I was finally letting go of years of holding everything in so tight that I’d forgotten what it felt like to just feel.

Ravi didn’t say anything. He just held me, his large hand stroking gently across my chest, his breathing steady and calm against my neck. It grounded me in a way I didn’t know I needed. After what felt like hours but was probably only twenty minutes or so, the tears began to slow. My breathing evened out. The trembling in my limbs gradually subsided.

“Better?” he asked softly.

I nodded, not trusting my voice yet.

“Good.” He pressed a kiss to my shoulder, tender and without expectation. “Now what would you like to do? You can stay with me longer if you like or I can let you go, but I think it’s probably about time for lunch.”

Lunch. I’d forgotten it was still the middle of the day, that I was awake during the sunlight hours. It had been so long.

“Can… Can I go with you?” I asked, looking up at him. “To lunch?”

He smiled down at me, his fangs catching the light once more. “I’d be honored.”