“Yes.”
The sound he made wasn’t civilized.
His lips crashed into hers.
This wasn't tenderness. This was desperation. They shed clothes frantically—his daks, her medical garments—until nothing separated them. He shifted her beneath him, and the heat of him was overwhelming.
His tip nudged at her seam. He froze, trembling with restraint.
"Once we do this, there is no going back." His voice was choked. "Do you want me? Truly?"
She wrapped her arms around his neck. Reached up and softly tugged one of his antennae.
“I want you, Maelic. There has hardly ever been anything in my life I’ve let myself want. Until you.” She pulled him closer. “Please.”
He didn’t need more than that.
He surged forward. They both froze, groaning at the sensation. He was so thick—the first time had been shocking, and this time was no less so. But she needed him and didn’t want to wait. She widened her legs around his hips and tilted upward.
He sank in deeper. The moan that had been building in her throat spilled out. She was overwhelmed, drowning in his scent—it was so intense now. The air felt sticky with it, and her pulse throbbed in time with her core.
Maelic’s hand latched onto her hip, a steadying weight as he buried himself deep. The stretch burned, but the pleasure overrode it.
“This is the best,” she panted.
He was holding himself still, and she remembered how slowly he’d tried to ease her into it last time. A frown formed on her face.
No way.
She rocked her hips to encourage him, and encourage him it did. He began to thrust, she gasped at how deeply he was inside her. Hiscorematawas swelling, writhing, rubbing against that spot she could never reach with fingers or toys. Her mind grew cloudier as his hips picked up speed. His hand snaked between them to work her clit in tight circles.
It was too much.
“Yes, like that!”
Maelic grunted, his cock swelling within her.
“Whatever you need,astara,” he rasped against her neck.
His movements were becoming less precise, but it still had her right on the edge. He pulled back and slammed forward one last time.
Stars danced across her eyes. Her body exploded around him with a scream.
Maelic paused, breathing hard.
“It will hurt for only a moment,” he murmured.
Then his mouth was on her neck. The same spot he always fixated on. There was a burn of pain, an oddly hot sensation as his fangs sank into her—but she couldn’t focus on that.
His cock was swelling. The movement of thecoremataas it bunched together and locked had her breathing sputtering.
His fangs slid out of her skin. His forehead pressed to hers.
“You are doing so well. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” He covered her face in soft kisses, panting the words between each one.
Her eyes rolled back at the intense swell. Her pussy fluttered in another small orgasm. His scalding come pumped into her in thick, lazy spurts—she could actually feel it filling her. There was no room for it to escape. The pressure was foreign but didn't feel bad.
After a few more moments, he carefully rolled them over, gentle so as not to hurt her. His arms wrapped possessively around her body, massaging her exhausted flesh.
