He's coming.
The door opens and there he is—my massive, beautiful alpha filling the doorway like he owns the world. His eyes find mine across the room and I watch his pupils blow wide as my heat scent hits him.
"Maya." My name comes out like a growl, and I can see the exact moment his rut starts responding to my desperation. The air between us turns electric, charged with need so thick I can taste it.
"Thorian," I breathe, and god, even saying his name makes me wetter. "I need you to fuck me. Please. I'm so empty I can't stand it."
He crosses the room in three strides, hands already tearing at his clothes. Every second he's not inside me feels like torture. My pussy throbs in time with my heartbeat, and I can feel more slick running down my thighs just from watching him undress.
When his shirt hits the floor, I nearly whimper at the sight. Eight feet of pure masculine power, all carved muscle and ancient grace. But when his cock emerges from its sheath—thick and ridged and already glistening—I actually do whimper.
"God, yes," I breathe, reaching for him with shaking hands. "I need that inside me right now."
His restraint finally snaps.
His mouth crashes into mine and I taste desperation, hunger, six months of wanting me so badly he's barely holding himself together. His hands tangle in my hair and I arch into him, pressing every inch of overheated skin against his powerful frame.
"I've missed this," he growls against my lips, his voice so rough it sends shivers down my spine. "Missed the way you smell in heat, the way your cunt gets so wet for me."
"Then stop talking and fuck me," I gasp, my hands clawing at his shoulders. Every second without his cock inside me feels like agony.
He lifts me like I weigh nothing, and suddenly I'm on the bed with him looming over me like some ancient god of sex. When he looks at me—really looks at me—I feel beautiful and wanted and so fucking desperate I might die from it.
"You're perfect," he murmurs, his hands mapping my body like he's trying to memorize every curve. "More beautiful than I remembered."
When he reaches my breasts, I nearly sob with relief. They're so full, so tender, aching for his touch. When his mouth closes over my nipple, I scream.
The sensation is lightning and honey and pure bliss all at once. He sucks gently and milk flows, easing the pressure while sending bolts of pleasure straight to my pussy. I can feel myself getting wetter, slick pooling beneath me as he worships my breasts with single-minded devotion.
"Fuck, yes," I gasp, my back arching off the bed. "Suck my tits. They're so fucking sensitive."
He groans against my skin, the vibration making me writhe beneath him. When he switches to my other breast, I think I might actually come just from this. The combination of relief and pleasure is overwhelming, and I can feel my first orgasm building just from having my nipples sucked.
But then he's moving lower, kissing his way down my stomach with torturous slowness. I know where he's going and I need it so badly I'm shaking.
"Please," I beg when he reaches my thighs. "Please put your mouth on my pussy."
He spreads my legs wide and just breathes me in for a moment, and the look on his face is pure starvation.
"You smell incredible," he says, his voice thick with lust. "Like home."
When his tongue finally touches my clit, I scream so loud the windows rattle.
It's too much and not enough and perfect and I need more. His tongue works me with devastating skill, licking and sucking until I'm thrashing beneath him, my hands fisted in his hair, pulling him closer because I need more pressure, more contact, more everything.
"That's it," he murmurs against my pussy. "Come on my tongue, sweetheart. Let me taste how much you missed me."
The words push me over the edge. My orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave, my pussy clenching around nothing while pleasure burns through every nerve ending. Flowers bloom throughout the chamber in response to my climax, but I barely notice because I'm still flying apart in his hands.
But even as the aftershocks fade, I know it's not enough. My heat is stronger than ever, demanding the one thing that will truly satisfy it.
"Inside me," I beg as he kisses his way back up my body. "I need your cock inside my pussy. Now."
His massive prehensile cock nudges against my entrance, and we both freeze at the sensation. Even slick and desperate, the size difference between us requires careful preparation. He's going to stretch my cunt to its limits, fill me so completely that I'll feel him for days afterward.
"Ready?" he asks, positioning the thick head of his cock at my entrance with infinite care.
"So ready." I wrap my legs around his narrow waist, trying to pull him deeper. "Please don't make me wait anymore."
