“You’re killing me,” he groans, his hands flexing on my thighs. “So fucking beautiful. So brave. Letting me see you like this, vulnerable and open andmine.”
The praise mixed with the command, the vulnerability mixed with his obvious loss of control—it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced. I’ve given him this power over me, but in doing so, I can see how much power I have over him. How much he wants me. How desperately he’s holding himself back.
“Please,” I whimper, not even sure what I’m asking for.
“I’ve got you, Solarin.” His voice is pure promise. “Now let me taste what you’ve been teasing me with.”
His head dips between my thighs, and the first touch of his tongue pulls a cry from my throat. He’s relentless yet reverent, using lips, breath, and the faint scrape of tusks to drive me higher than I’ve ever been. Every movement feels deliberate, patient—like he has all the time in the world to learn me.
Heat rolls through me as he explores, each stroke a new spark that sets my nerves alight. When those careful tusks trace the inside of my thighs, the pleasure spikes sharp and sweet, tipping into something almost unbearable. He’s everywhere at once—larger, hungrier, and mercilessly thorough—wrenching moans from my throat as he works me from angles that shatter thought.
“Oh God, Ryder!” I writhe beneath him, nails biting into his shoulders while he drags me closer to a breaking point that feels inevitable.
“That’s it,” he encourages, the vibration of his voice against my core almost enough to send me over. “Let go for me, Solarin. Let me taste how good I make you feel.”
When release hits, it’s violent, consuming. I cry out his name, arching hard as pure ecstasy rips through me in wave after punishing wave, my body shaking under the relentless rhythm of his mouth until I’m left trembling, emptied, and completely undone.
The world narrows to heat and heartbeat. Every muscle trembles, every nerve alive with the aftershocks he pulls from me. It’s too much and not enough—his mouth coaxing, savoring, claiming until the peaks and valleys of my pleasure merge into one long rollercoaster of bliss. My thoughts scatter like sparks in the dark, leaving only instinct and the sound of his low, satisfied growl against my skin. When I finally go still, I feel weightless, stripped bare in the best possible way.
I’m in the dreamy afterglow when he kisses his way back up my body, lips and tusks leaving a trail of fire in their wake. When he reaches my mouth, his kiss is hungry, possessive, full of satisfied male pride that makes me shiver all over again.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs against my lips. “So fucking beautiful when you come for me.”
I want to return the favor, want to explore every inch of his remarkable body with the same thorough attention he’s shown me. My hands work at his shirt, desperate to feel skin against skin.
“Off,” I demand breathlessly. “I want to see you. All of you.”
He complies with gratifying speed, stripping away layers until he’s as bare as I am. My breath catches at the sight of him—all powerful muscle and green skin, beautiful in his otherness. The size difference between us is even more pronounced now, but instead of intimidating me, it makes me feel claimed, protected, cherished.
When my gaze drifts lower, heat floods through me. He’s magnificent, and I want to taste him the way he just tasted me.
“My turn,” I whisper, pushing at his shoulders.
I take my time exploring him with hands and mouth, relearning what makes him groan, what makes his hips jerk. When I take him deep and swallow around him, he comes with a roar that echoes through the cabin, his hands fisting in my hair.
After, when I’ve cleaned him thoroughly with gentle licks, he pulls me up into his arms. I rest my head on his chest, listening to his heart slowly return to a normal rhythm.
“That was… damn,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “You’re incredible.”
I trail my fingers across his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heart gradually slowing. “I never knew it could feel like that.”
“Like what?” His voice is soft, curious.
“Like giving you pleasure gave me pleasure too.” I press my thighs together, acutely aware of how wet I am, how much I’m aching. “Like we were connected.”
His hand slides lower to cup my ass. “Are you aroused, Solarin? From giving me bliss?” The question is direct, possessive.
I nod against his chest, unable to form words.
“Goddess, you’re perfect.” His voice has gone rough again, and I can feel him already hardening against my thigh.
He shifts, rolling me onto my back with gentle dominance. His weight settles over me, and suddenly the playful, grateful mood shifts into something hotter, more urgent.
“I need to be inside you, Laney,” he says, his voice rough with desire. “But we’ll go slow. Tell me if anything hurts.”
I nod, reaching up to cup his face, tracing the strong line of his jaw, the elegant points of his ears. “I trust you.”
His amber eyes flash with possessive heat. He positions himself at my entrance, and I can feel the broad head of his cock pressing against my wetness. He’s so big, and for a moment, nervousness flickers through me.
