Her whole body arches, back bowing, tits pressing to my chest, a guttural sound tearing from her mouth that makes me want to fuck her through the wall just to hear it again.
“I have you,” I say, and I mean it with every cell. Every thrust pulls her deeper into my body, those delicate wings working on their own, guiding her into the rhythm I’ve only dreamed of.
The heat builds between us, her power pulsing in time with our movements. I can feel it winding around us, alive, bindingus together. It's terrifying and exhilarating all at once. I've never felt anything like this, never knew it was possible to feel so much.
Every nerve in my body is alive. Every sense is focused on how she feels. How she takes me. How I never want this to end.
The room fills with the sound of our ragged breaths and the distant rumble of thunder from the storm outside.
Aurora's eyes are closed tight, lashes still wet with tears or rainwater, I can't tell. I kiss them away, tasting the salt on my lips. Her hands find my face, holding me close as our bodies move in sync.
Her moans become louder, more insistent. "Talon," she whispers, "I think...I think I can feel you." She shakes her head as if that’s the wrong word.
I pause, searching her face. Her eyes are wide with wonder, lips swollen from my kisses. "What do you mean?"
She gasps as I rock into her again. “I can taste you.”
Despite feeding mere hours ago, heat shimmers off her in glorious, beautiful waves of power. Her hunger bleeds through her skin, sultry and wild. But it's never touched me.
Until now.
At first, I don’t feel much. A soft prickle at the edges of my awareness, static brushing across my skin. Then it deepens. Sharpens. Like an invisible tongue dragging down the center of my soul.
A shudder runs through me at the sensation. It’s not good or bad, just different. Her mouth is wrapped around my soul and drawing it out in slow, molten pulls. But there’s no fear. No strain.
Just…pleasure.
Twisting. Building.
Our mouths crash together, teeth and tongue and heat. Not soft. Not sweet. Just need. It’s everything we’ve been denyingourselves, and it’s fucking explosive. Then she gasps. Her eyes go wild with fear.
“Talon,” she chokes, shaking her head. “I…I can’t stop. I don’t want to hurt you. I’m trying, but—fuck—I can’t stop.”
She pushes at my chest, trying to get away, afraid she’ll pull too much, that she’ll lose me in the taking. I don’t let her out of my grasp. Between pinning her on the desk and my second wings trapping her hips, there’s no escaping me.
“You don’t have to.” Something in me cracks open, and I give. I offer. I lean in, panting against her mouth. “I’m not like the others. Ineverwas. Take it. Take it all.”
I drive into her harder, my pace shifting, rougher, deeper, matching her hunger as it takes hold. We fuck with the reckless certainty of bodies that have always belonged together.
Despite Aurora’s attempt to cage it, it’s as if I’ve given her curse permission to let go.
Her hunger sinks its teeth in, a starved beast that's scented something it can’t resist. Aurora’s eyes roll up as she claws at my chest, but this time in pleasure. This isn't how it is with the others. Even when she didn’t kill them, I’ve seen what it costs. The way they’d shake. Pale. Struggle to stand.
They always looked hollowed out, scraped clean of life.
But this?
There’s no loss. No drain. Her feeding matches the way my body was made to give. And fuck, it feels good.
The longer she feeds, clarity rips away. Heat burns through thought, through reason, until I’m nothing but instinct and the raw need to keep pushing into her. My hips chase the rhythm, the connection, the growing pulse that ties us together. I’ve never felt more vital.
She pulls, and I pour. Not because I have to. Because I want to. Maybe it’s the Dragon in me. Maybe every part of me was made for this. My power doesn’t dim. It rises. Builds. Rushesto meet her, answers her as if my body has always known this command.
Or maybe it’s because my love for her isn’t just deep.
It’s bottomless.
Each thrust sends another pulse of energy into her. Dragon magic, soul magic, whatever the hell it is, it’s hers now.
