But on leverage.
And the woman who knew where all the bones were buried.
His skin’swarm under my fingers, even through the gauze. He winces a little when I graze a stitched line on his abdomen, but doesn’t stop me. His breath catches, deepens. I watch his throat bob as he swallows.
“Still hurts,” he murmurs.
“Then I’ll go slow.”
I slide my leg over his hip, straddling him gently. The crisp sheets rustle beneath us. He’s still half-bandaged, one arm wrapped from elbow to wrist, the other curling around me with protective heat. A warrior made soft by something older than instinct—by me.
He exhales against my mouth as I lean down. Our lips brush again. Then again.
His hand finds my spine, claws retracted, palm warm. “You’re sure?”
I nod. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
My blouse falls away slowly. His good hand works the buttons one at a time, like opening a secret. When he sees my bare skin, the breath hitches in his throat.
“Your nipples,” he whispers, voice reverent. “I dreamed of this.”
His fingers ghost over them—thumb circling, teasing. I arch, pressing my chest into his hand. My nipples tighten under his touch, sending a jolt down my spine.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growls.
His head lifts. He licks one nipple, then sucks. The heat of his mouth burns through me. I cry out softly, burying my fingers in his hair. White strands, coarse and damp with sweat.
I grind my hips against his—our bodies fully clothed from the waist down, but the friction is maddening. I feel his cock through the fabric, thick and heavy against the seam of my jeans. My pussy clenches, aching to be filled.
“Aebon,” I moan, rocking harder.
He hisses. “Fuck, Aria—don’t tease me.”
“Then touch me,” I gasp. “I need it. I need you.”
He flips us, careful of his injuries but still strong enough to move me beneath him. His hands find my waistband and pull—pants, panties, everything sliding away in one motion. My pussy’s bare, soaked, exposed to him.
“You’re dripping,” he mutters, red eyes flashing. “Gods, look at this pussy…”
I spread my legs wider, shameless now. “Take it.”
He doesn’t hesitate.
His mouth finds my clit in one blazing kiss. His tongue circles, then flicks. I cry out—loud and broken. My thighs tremble. He licks slow, deep, groaning into me like he’s starved. My fingers fist the sheets.
He sucks my clit hard. I shatter.
My orgasm slams through me like plasma heat—my back arches, my pussy spasms around nothing. I scream his name, and he moans into my cunt, licking me through the tremors.
He rises, licking his lips. “I need to be inside you. Now.”
“Then do it,” I beg. “I want your cock. I want all of it.”
His pants are gone in seconds. His cock is massive—black and veined, ridged near the base like some alien weapon built for destruction. It pulses in his grip as he strokes it once.
“Your pussy’s going to take me,” he growls. “Every fucking inch.”
“Then claim me,” I whisper.
