Because I’m angry too.
Because my hands are clenched at my sides and my skin’s burning.
Because everything I’ve buried is clawing up through my chest and ithurts.
“You have no idea what I gave up,” I snap. “What I lost trying to protect?—”
“Then tell me!”
He’s close now. Too close.
His hands grip my arms, not rough, but firm. Grounding.
“You look at me like I’m a ghost,” he says, voice low. “But Ilived, Rynn. And Icame back. Doesn’t that mean something?”
Tears sting my eyes. I don’t want this. I don’tneedthis.
“I can’t do this,” I whisper.
“Can’t or won’t?”
His breath brushes my lips.
And Ibreak.
The space between us collapses.
His hands twist into my hair, yanking me down. His mouth crashes against mine — fierce, hungry,furious.
It’s not soft.
It’s not tender.
It’s five years of rage and love and loss, melting into heat. He lifts me into the air as if I weigh nothing, crushing me against his chest even as his mouth crushes my last vestige of resistance. My pussy throbs with aching need. Precursors’s Plans, this just feels right. Even his clawed fingers pricking my skin feels just perfect.
He backs me into the wall, one hand sliding down my spine, the other gripping my waist like he’s afraid I’ll vanish again.
I moan against his lips. He swallows it whole.
Fingers trace the curve of my jaw. Unexpected tenderness reigns in his eyes as he pulls back from the kiss to examine me.
“Rynn,” he says, and I know what he intends to say. He’s going to say we shouldn’t be doing this, and he’s right on so many levels. I stop him with a kiss anyway.
The beast returns, devouring my gasps and moans as his hands peel away my clothing. His scaled skin is warm and wonderful against me. My hand drifts down to his cock and grasps the shaft through the thin fabric of his undergarments.
He grabs my wrists, slams them against the wall. My mouth opens in a gasp and he plunges his tongue inside, claiming me utterly. I arch against him, instinctively, as if seeking solace and release and an urgent quench to this burning fire.
He releases my left wrist, dropping his grasp to my thigh instead. I lean into him, my fingers grasping the huge cords of muscle in his neck and shoulders. My heart thuds like a drumbeat as he lifts my leg, opening my dripping wet pussy wide. The heart shaped, ridged head of his Vakutan cock presses against my opening. I groan as he stretches me, fills, me, linking our bodies in an ancient ritual older than civilization itself.
Every swiveling thrust of his powerful hips sends waves of pleasure crashing through me. I open my mouth and suck in a ragged, deep gasp of air. But before I can let it out as a scream--sure to alert anyone nearby to the medical malpractice now taking place--he clamps his huge, scaly hand over my mouth.
Then he pounds my pussy harder. I break into a thousand fragments as the orgasm hits me, thundering through my body and soul. But he’s not done. He keeps going, and I’m shocked to find I build up to another crescendo quickly.
It’s like being on a roller coaster ride--I know I’m not in danger but every exhilarating plunge carries a note ofcan I really live through this?
A deep growl emanates from his throat as he pumps me full of his seed. We cling together, falling into a heap on the floor,with me on his lap. I cuddle up to his massive form like I never left.
“Why?” he whispers between kisses. “Why did you leave me?”
