Her mouth finds mine with heat, with hunger, with the kind of need that flays a man open. Her fingers dig into my scales like she wants to carve herself into me. I open to her, pulling her closer, breathing her in like oxygen.
“Still feel like hallucinating?” she whispers against my lips.
“No,” I rumble. “You feel too real to be a dream.”
She laughs, low and dangerous. “Good. Because I’m done pretending we don’t want this.”
She climbs onto my lap, knees bracketing my thighs, her hands braced on my chestplate as she drags her mouth over mine again. I groan—guttural and raw—because she’s not careful anymore.
She kisses me like she owns me.
And stars help me, she does.
Her hands tug at the buckles of my armor, and I let her. One by one, I strip myself bare for her—layers of weapon, war, and steel falling away until there’s nothing left but flesh and scale and the red-hot ache of want.
She sheds her jumpsuit with shaking fingers, and every inch of her skin is a revelation. Scars, curves, bruises. Strong thighs. Tight stomach. Breasts that heave with each shaky breath. My cock aches at the sight of her—thick, ridged, already leaking.
“You’re beautiful,” I say, voice like gravel.
She snorts. “I’m filthy.”
“Good. So am I.”
I pull her in, clawed hands gentle as I map the planes of her back, her hips, her ass. She gasps as I lift her easily, settling her astride me, our bodies flush. My cock pulses between us, thick and hot, pressed against her soaked pussy.
She grinds on me, her slickness painting me. “You’re huge,” she breathes. “How the hell is this going to work?”
“It will,” I growl, kissing her throat. “I’ll make it work. I’ll go slow.”
She cups my face, grounding me. “Don’t go easy on me, Takhiss. I’m not glass.”
“No,” I whisper. “You’re steel. Fire. Mine.”
Then I reach down, stroke the head of my cock along her folds—wet, throbbing, begging. She arches with a choked sound as I press forward, just barely. Her body resists at first—tight, trembling—but she doesn’t stop me. Her nails dig into my shoulders.
“Fuck,” she gasps. “So big?—”
I pause, trembling with restraint. “Tell me to stop.”
She shakes her head fiercely. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
And so I push deeper.
Her heat wraps around me, her body stretching to take every impossible inch. I groan, jaw clenched, as she sinks down onto my cock, inch by inch, until her thighs tremble and her breath hitches and I’m buried inside her to the base.
We stay like that.
Breathing.
Shaking.
Her forehead presses to mine. Her voice breaks. “I’ve never felt anything like this.”
“Neither have I.”
Then she moves.
And the world ends.
