He was careful, but I could see the violence lurking under the gentleness; he nearly tore the button from his pants, so rushed, so desperate to be skin to skin. My head reeled at the sight of him, hard, he was already so hard and swollen, making me wonder if he would even fit into me. His cock was golden, with thick veins running up and down his shaft that made me lick my lips in anticipation of the friction they would create against my walls. I loved how little he could control himself with me. I loved that all the centuries of discipline, all the war-forged restraint, shattered against a few touches and the sight of my legs open forhim.
He kneeled on the bed and moved in between my legs, and I leaned back, opening my arms to welcome him. I wanted him inside me so badly I could barely keep my hands steady. He hesitated a microsecond, searching my face, and I nodded, pulling him down greedily. He pressed the head of his cock against me, so hot it was almost painful, and I arched, every nerve tuned to the single possibility of him entering me.
He did it slowly, one inch at a time, splitting me open, stretching, filling. I’d never felt anything like it; it was bliss and agony, more than I thought I could take, but I wanted every millimeter. My body tried to clamp down, tried to halt the intrusion, but he held my hips and, mocking gravity, he worked himself in deeper, watching every flicker of pain and pleasure on my face.
"Too much?" He asked, halting.
I swallowed. I almost said yes, because, good God, he filled and stretched me in the most delicious way, and I did need a few seconds just to savor it. But at the same time, my insides were burning to take him deeper, to take him in fully.
"No," I finally said, locking eyes with him. It wasn't a lie.
He pushed in deeper, making my eyes roll back, fuck, this was the most intense encounter I had ever had. Not just that he was stretching me to the max, but I had been right too. Those thick veins? Ahh, shit, I could almost taste what they would do to me once he was really moving.
At that thought, anotherburst of slickness filled my walls, making it easier for him to enter all the way. Once he bottomed out, he waited again. Every muscle in his arms trembled with the effort, and his jaw clenched so tight his teeth clicked. I realized he was holding back because he was afraid to break me. I realized, almost hilariously, that he could probably snap my pelvis if he lost control, but that prospect didn’t scare me; I wanted to be ruined by him.
He started moving, shallow at first, then longer strokes, each one drowning out the rest of the world. He called my name, and it detonated something inside me. I clawed at his back, at his arms; he was slick with sweat, and I loved the way I could feel his muscles flex beneath my hands. I bit his shoulder hard enough to leave a mark, and he just groaned, thrusting harder, his restraint fracturing.
Through my haze, I noticed him slowing. "Ella," he groaned, and I saw the faint lines of black moving through his aura, like feeding vines, growing. The amber in his eyes began to retreat.
"No," I said, stroking his arms, kissing his chest, still deeply anchored to him, "You won't hurt me."
At the sound of my voice, the black vines faltered and began to slowly retreat. "Zaph," I breathed.
He took a shuddering inhale.
"Are you alright?" I asked.
Another shudder moved through his entire body, and his forehead leaned against mine. "Ella, this is too much."
"You're controlling it, you're doing fine," I coaxed,terrified by the thought of him stopping now. Leaving us both… in need.
My legs scissored around his hips, pulling us closer, before my heels dug into his ass cheeks, like a rider encouraging a horse to go faster. He moaned but obliged. Pulling out and driving back in. I closed my eyes, fighting the urge to curl my toes; instead, I dug my heels in again.
"You are more than the darkness, Zaph," I whispered in his ear, and even to me, my voice sounded breathless.
He pushed back in, and I saw stars. "Yes!"
Slowly at first, he picked up the pace again, panting, and I once again allowed myself to get lost in the incredible sensations he aroused inside me. Never had I felt this full, this burning need. It was the most intense pleasure I had ever experienced.
I tried to stay conscious through it all, but the flood was too much. Every collision sent electricity up my spine, every thrust a new explosion behind my eyes. I saw stars. I felt my own boundaries dissolve as he pistoned in and out of me.
Harder.
Some black still lingered, but it pulsed at the edges, never making it all the way through, while he groaned and called my name.
He kept thrusting until I screamed, and even then, he kept going. I came a second time—didn’t think it was possible—my entire body convulsed around him, my nails drew blood from his shoulders, and it still wasn’t enough. Iwanted more. I wanted the pain, the loss of self, the permanent evidence of his claim.
When he came, it was with a howl. He locked his arms around my body, and I felt the pulse, the hot rush of him inside me, and for a moment, we were both slabs of trembling muscle, both of us shocked at the intensity, at how complete it felt. There was a silence afterward, a collapse of time and distance, and I held him as tight as I could, afraid to let any of it escape back into the void.
I expected him to move away, to put space between us the way people do when they realize the gravity of what just happened. But he didn’t. He held still, buried inside me, hands stroking my hair, face buried in my neck. I felt his heartbeat, wild and huge, fracturing into the chaos of mine.
I knew nothing would be the same after this.
I knew I didn’t want it to be.
He pulled back, finally, carefully, like he was afraid to hurt me, and for a moment I just stared at what we’d done to each other. My legs were shaking, and my skin was raw with abrasion, and I’d never felt so alive or sopossiblein my life.
The word felt toosmall for the thing that followed. Mortals call it aftermath, a slope down from the summit. For me, it was a slow-blooming sunrise inside a war-torn sky.
