“Still want me?” The question is quiet, almost shy beneath the bravado.
I sit up, strip off the last scraps of my clothing in three frantic movements, and lie back again. I let my knees fall open, offering myself completely.
“Come here and find out.”
He’s on me in a heartbeat.
The first full press of naked skin on naked skin rips a cry from my throat. He’s burning, vibrating, every inch of him claiming mine. His cock slides along my folds, coating himself in how wet I am, and the ridges drag over my clit in a way that makes my vision spark.
“Slow,” I gasp, even though slow is the last thing my body is asking for. “Please, if you, if we, I need this to last longer than thirty seconds or my pride will never recover.”
He laughs, low and ragged, the sound vibrating straight through my sternum. “Your pride. That’s what you’re worried about right now?”
“I have standards, oh fuck.”
He’s kissing his way down my body again, mouth hot and open, fangs grazing but never breaking skin. When he reaches the juncture of my thighs he doesn’t tease this time; he simply spreads me wider and licks one long, slow stripe from entrance to clit that has my hips bucking clear off the bunk.
“Rynn!”
He pins my thighs down with forearms like steel and does it again. And again. Until I’m writhing, begging, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes from how good it is.
Only then does he crawl back up my body, settling between my legs, the head of his cock nudging at my entrance.
“Breathe, kethara,” he whispers, and starts to push in.
It’s a stretch. Gods, the stretch. Even after his fingers, even after how wet I am, he’s big and those ridges catch on everysensitive spot inside me as he sinks deeper. The vibration is everywhere now, inside and out, resonating through my clit, my g-spot, places I didn’t know existed.
When he’s finally seated to the hilt, we both stop breathing for a moment.
He drops his forehead to mine, trembling. “So tight. So perfect. I can feel you fluttering around me.”
I can’t answer with words. I roll my hips experimentally and the drag of those ridges makes us both groan.
“Move,” I finally manage. “Please move.”
He pulls back slowly, almost all the way out, and slides home again in one smooth thrust that punches the air from my lungs.
Again.
Again.
Each stroke winds the coil inside me tighter. The bunk creaks beneath us; the metal walls echo with the slap of skin on skin, my broken moans, his guttural growls.
“Harder,” I beg, nails raking down his back, catching on scales that flare white-hot under my touch. “I won’t break. I need.”
Something primal snaps behind his eyes.
The last of his restraint shatters.
He hooks an arm under one of my knees, spreading me wider, and starts fucking me in earnest, deep, punishing strokes that drive the headboard into the wall with every thrust. The ridges on his cock drag over that spot inside me relentlessly, the vibration intensifying until I’m sobbing with it.
“Close,” I gasp, clinging to him. “So close, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop.”
“Look at me,” he snarls, fisting a hand in my hair and forcing my eyes to his. They’re pure black, ringed in molten gold, utterly inhuman and the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. “Want to watch you come apart on my cock. Want to see it.”
His other hand snakes between us, thumb finding my clit with devastating accuracy, and that’s it.
The orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave.
