I lower myself over her, forearms bracing on the furs. My weight hovers just above her smaller form, and yet the warmth of her skin blazes against my chest.
With a whimper, Mih-kay-lah tilts her chin up, and her mouth finds mine.
A deep, slow press as my tongue slides against hers. The taste of her floods my senses until I know nothing else.
I sheathe my claws, moving down her body, mapping each curve like the path down the mountain. The dip of her waist. The flare of her hip. Her abdomen trembles as my digits pass lower.
Heat greets me between her thighs.
Slickness coats my fingertips.
Dust.
Her water.
The wet sound of my touch against her folds punches a groan from my throat.
“You lived. For this.”
“Need you,” her thought spikes, a mix of fear and want that hits the mindspace.
My muscles freeze, every fiber straining against the urge to conquer. I have to be careful. I have to keep her whole.
But she pulls me down.
I slide into her, inch by burning inch.
Heat wraps around me. Tight, wet heat. Clutching heat. My ridges catch on her inner walls with each slow advance, sparking pleasure up my spine that nearly breaks my vision. She stretches around me, learning my shape, her body clenching around each ridge as it passes until I am buried to the hilt.
Inside. All the way.
We breathe together for a single, suspended heartbeat.
Then I move.
Every stroke completes a circuit, melting the boundary between us. The rhythm takes over, primal and demanding, until the change begins.
The base of my shaft swells, heavy and hard.
Instinct drowns language. With a low snarl, I drive my hips forward, grinding the swollen bulb against her tight entrance. Her body resists, then gives with a hot, wet stretch.
I push past.
We both cry out as the ring of muscle snaps shut behind the knot, sealing me inside.
Locked.
The sensation obliterates thought. She squeezes around the bulge, trapping me, holding me deep.
And she shatters.
I feel her inner walls clamp and flutter in wild spasms, milking the knot. Her cry pours into my ear and directly into my mind. Mine burns itself into the inside of my skull.
Control disintegrates.
I slam as deep as the lock allows and let go. Heat surges from my spine, jetting into her in thick, heavy pulses. Each one is trapped by the seal of our bodies, forced nowhere but deeper.
We drift in the aftershocks, limbs tangled, lungs heaving in sync.
