"Bed," I managed. "Now."
He lifted me like I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his waist automatically, and then we were moving. He crossed the chamber in a few strides, lowered me onto that smooth obsidian surface.
The stone was warm. Not uncomfortable, but solid and unyielding beneath me. I barely had time to register it before Nyx was there, covering my body with his, his weight pressing me down into the heat.
His wings spread wide, creating a canopy over us. Blocking out everything except the two of us, this moment, this need.
I reached between us, found the hard length of his cock. The scales at the base were softer than the rest of him, giving way to heated flesh. I stroked up, felt the way the tip flexed and moved independently, seeking.
Nyx groaned against my throat. His hips jerked forward, pushing into my grip.
"Kyvara." The endearment came out strangled. "You will kill me."
"Not yet." I guided him to my entrance, felt the blunt pressure as he began to push inside. "I have plans for you first."
He sank into me slowly. Too slowly. Every inch was exquisite torture, stretching me, filling me, making me forget how tobreathe. The fleshy tip of his cock moved inside me, exploring, finding the spots that made my vision blur.
I dug my heels into his lower back, urging him deeper.
Nyx complied. He bottomed out with a thrust that made me cry out, the sound echoing off stone walls. For a moment, he just held there, buried completely, his forehead pressed to mine.
"Mine." The word was barely human, more growl than speech.
"Yours," I agreed. My hands found his face, pulled him down for a kiss that was all teeth and desperation. "Move."
He did.
The rhythm he set was brutal and perfect, each thrust driving me up the obsidian slab. His tail found my clit, the tip stroking in counterpoint to his cock. Pleasure built in layers, stacking higher with each movement until I couldn't tell where one sensation ended and another began.
I was drowning in it. In him. In the feel of his scales against my skin, the heat of his breath on my neck, the way he filled every empty space inside me.
His fangs found my shoulder. Bit down just hard enough to leave marks that would last for days. Claiming me in a way that went beyond the physical.
The orgasm hit like a shockwave. My whole body seized, muscles locking as pleasure tore through me. I heard myself scream his name, heard the way it bounced off walls and came back to us.
Nyx followed seconds later. His roar shook the chamber as he spilled inside me, his cock pulsing with each wave. His wings mantled higher, his tail tightened around my leg, every part of him reaching for me.
We collapsed together.
The aftershocks rolled through me in smaller waves, little tremors that made my legs shake. Nyx's weight was crushingand perfect, pinning me to the warm stone. I could feel his heart hammering against my ribs, could feel the way his breath came in ragged gasps.
Eventually he shifted. Rolled us so I was sprawled across his chest instead of trapped beneath him. His wings folded down to drape over us like a blanket, and his tail remained coiled around my thigh.
Possessive even in the aftermath.
I traced idle patterns on his chest, following the lines where different shades of gray met. My body felt heavy, sated, like every bone had turned to liquid.
"I love you."
The words fell out before I could stop them. Quiet and certain and terrifying.
Nyx went very still beneath me.
Fuck. Maybe I shouldn't have said it. Maybe it was too soon, too much, too human. Maybe Drakarn didn't do declarations like that.
His hand came up to tilt my chin, forcing me to look at him. His expression was open in a way I'd never seen before, all the warrior discipline stripped away to show something raw underneath.
"Say it again."
