He works me through the first orgasm and into a second, his fingers relentless, his tongue merciless. Three fingers becomefour, stretching me wider than I thought possible, preparing me for the cock I can feel pressing against the inside of my thigh.
By the time he finally pulls back, I’m shaking and sobbing and so empty I could die from it.
“Now,” I beg. “Please, I need you inside me now—”
“Not yet.” He crawls back up my body, and I feel every inch of him sliding against me—the planes of his chest, the ridges of his abs, the massive length of his cock dragging across my stomach. He’s so big that when he’s fully covering me, I can’t see anything except bronze skin. “I want to watch you take me. I want to see exactly how much your little human pussy stretches around my cock.”
He flips us again, sitting up against the headboard with me straddling his lap. From this angle, I can see everything—his enormous shaft rising between us, thick and ridged and glistening with his own arousal. The head alone is the size of my fist.
“Oh god.” I wrap my hand around him and can’t make my fingers meet. “Karax, I don’t know if—”
“You can.” He guides my hips up, positioning me over his cock. “You’ve taken me before. Your body was made for this. Made forme.”
I lower myself onto him.
The stretch is overwhelming.
The head alone feels like too much—a blunt pressure that makes my body protest even as it opens for him. I’m so wet that he slides in despite my tightness, inch by impossible inch, his ridges catching on my inner walls and dragging against spots that make me see colors.
“Breathe.” His voice is strained, his whole body trembling with the effort of holding still. His hands grip my hips, supporting my weight, helping me control the pace. “Let your body adjust.”
“I don’t want to adjust.” I roll my hips, taking him deeper, and we both moan. I can feel him in places no one should be able to feel—stretching me, filling me, reshaping my insides around his cock. “I want all of you.”
“You’ll have it.” He thrusts up, and I scream as another two inches sink inside me. “Every. Fucking. Inch.”
I look down between us and my brain short-circuits.
I can see him. Not just his cock disappearing into my body, but the bulge of it in my stomach—a visible distortion in my abdomen that moves as he thrusts. He’s so deep, so big, that I can actuallyseewhere he is inside me.
“Oh my god.” I press my hand to the bulge and feel him pulse against my palm. “Karax, I can see—”
“I know.” His voice is wrecked, his eyes fixed on my stomach. “Fuck, I know. You’re so small, so fucking tight, and I can see my cock filling you up—”
He snaps.
His hands tighten on my hips and he starts to move—not gentle, not careful, but hard, brutal thrusts that bounce me on his cock like I weigh nothing. Because to him, I do. He’s eight feet of Fae muscle, and I’m five foot ten of human woman, and the size difference means he can use me however he wants.
And I want it.
“Yes.” I claw at his chest, leaving marks that will heal within hours. “Harder. Please, Alpha, harder—”
He lifts me almost entirely off his cock and slams me back down, and the force of it drives the air from my lungs. I feel his ridges drag against every sensitive spot I have, feel his head press against my cervix, feel my whole body stretch to accommodate something it was never designed to take.
“You’re so tight.” His voice is barely recognizable. “So perfect. Made for my cock. Made to take me. Made to befilled.”
“Made for you.” I’m babbling now, words spilling out without thought. “Yours, Alpha. Your omega. Your—”
“Mine.” He punctuates the word with a thrust that hits something so deep I scream. “Say it again.”
“Yours!”
“Again.”
“YOURS!”
The orgasm crashes through me like an avalanche, so intense my vision goes white. I feel my pussy clamp down on his cock, feel my whole body seize with pleasure, feel the bond between us blazing like a star.
And then I feel him swell.
