“You.” I pulled his mouth back to mine, kissed him with all the desperate wanting burning through my borrowed veins. “I need you.”
Something shifted in his expression. The interrogation faded, replaced by hunger. Raw and consuming and almost frightening in its intensity.
“Then take what you need.”
His fingers tested my readiness. I was slick, aching, the petal’s false warmth translating into real arousal, real need.
“So wet for me.” His voice had dropped to a growl. “So ready. Has anyone ever touched you like this?”
I shook my head. Words were beyond me.
“Good.” His fingers withdrew. I heard the rustle of fabric, felt him freeing himself, felt the blunt pressure of him at my entrance. “Then I’ll be the first. The only.”
He thrust into me in one long stroke.
The stretch burned. He was bigger than I’d expected, filling me completely, and for a moment I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Could only feel.
Full. So impossibly full.
He held still, buried to the hilt, his forehead pressed against mine. His chest heaved. His arms trembled with the effort of holding back.
“Look at me.”
My eyes opened. Met his.
“Say my name.”
“Cador.”
He pulled back. Thrust forward. Harder this time, driving a moan from my throat, driving everything from my mind except the sensation of him moving inside me.
“Again.”
“Cador.”
Another thrust. Another. He set a rhythm that had me clinging to his shoulders, my nails raking down his back hard enough to draw blood.
He growled at the pain. Took my mouth in a bruising kiss. Drove into me harder, each stroke hitting something deep inside, each impact sending pleasure cascading through my body.
“You feel incredible,” he rasped against my ear. “Hot and tight and desperate. I could fuck you forever just to feel you clench around me.”
I couldn’t respond. Could only hold on as he took me apart, as the pleasure built and crested, as the petal’s manic energymerged with genuine arousal until I couldn’t separate them anymore.
His hand found the place where we were joined. His thumb pressed against the bundle of nerves above my entrance, circling, stroking.
“Come for me.” A command, not a request. “I want to feel you shatter.”
“I can’t, I don’t know how to...”
“You can.” Another thrust, deeper than before. Another circle of his thumb. “Let go. Give me everything.”
The pleasure crested.
I broke.
The orgasm tore through me like nothing I’d ever felt. My body clenched around him, pulling him deeper, and I screamed his name. Cador. The sound echoed off the stone walls, raw and desperate and real.
He didn’t slow. Didn’t give me time to recover. His hips pistoned against mine, his thumb still working that sensitive spot, wringing every last shudder from my trembling body.
