“What?” His mind was blank but for desperation.
“Beg. Sounds so good.”
“Please,” he said without hesitation. “Please, Cordelia, fuck me. Please, I?—”
She sat down hard on him. They both cried out at the intrusion. He was inside her, at last.At last.
He buried his face in her neck and breathed deep of her, struggling not to prick her with his claws in his eagerness. Even now, buried deep, he couldn’t get close enough to her. Her thighs shook violently as she rolled her hips, working the last bulging inches of him into her channel.
“You’re so tight,” he said in a strangled voice. His hands were at her hips, flexing and relaxing in an anxious rhythm as he fought the impulse to move her over him.
“You like it?” She was teasing him, but he answered her in complete seriousness.
“Yesss,” he hissed, rubbing his cheek over her sweat-dampened skin.
He dragged his tongue up the column of her throat, savoring the flavor of her as she wriggled into a wider stance, digging her toes into the earth for leverage. When she rolled her hips, his head slumped forward, and his grip on her hips turned desperate. The pressure, the heat, the knowledge that it was her, he wasinsideher, he was going to?—
“Wait,” he grated, stilling her. “Please.”
I’m going to finish this before it’s even started.The thought filled him with despair. He wanted it to go on forever.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, cupping his face in her hands.
“Nothing. You are perfect.”
She frowned in obvious confusion, stroking him with her thumbs. “Then why are we stopping?”
Heat flooded his face, and he dropped his eyes, unable to meet her gaze. She gave a little chuckle, her pussy tensing around him as she did.
“It’s fine if you finish early,” she said, furthering his mortification. “It’s your first time. I might be a little wounded if you didn’t, honestly. As it is, my ego could use the boost.”
She moved again, slowly, watching his face for any trace of anxiety or discomfort, but he had already forgotten his self-consciousness at the new layer of sensation that friction added.
His eyes danced over her, trying to soak in all of her at once. The bloom of blush across her breasts. Her tight, rosy nipples begged to be touched. Her skin reflected the glow of the forest, and his skin, again giving him that strange sense of rightness, as though it were only more evidence that she belonged on Yulaira with him. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, the pupils blown so wide he couldn’t make out the band of blue around them. The way shewas looking at him made his heart feel heavy; it was both pain and pleasure in equal measure.
I want to keep her.
The thought hurt, so he smothered it, letting his mind be lost to sensation instead of desperation.
Instincts railed at him, but he was not sure which he could trust. He wanted to hold her hips and piston himself up into her. He wanted to roll and pin her to the ground and pound his hips against hers. He wanted to sink tooth and claw into her and hold her still while she took everything he had to give.
All his muscles tensed at that. He horrified himself. She was too fragile; he could never…
She grabbed his chin, dragging his gaze up to meet hers. “Where are you right now?”
He blinked. “I am here with you.”
“Are you?”
The pace of her hips slowed. Her fingers sank into his hair, craning his head back, baring his throat in an act of submission that he struggled not to challenge. She nipped at his jaw.
“Where are you, Ren?”
“Inside you,” he groaned. His hands shook from the effort of resisting his baser nature.
She began to fuck him faster, and every glide of her hot pussy stripped at his control a little more.
“Cordelia.” Her name was a strangled warning on his tongue.
