"Fuck me, Crimson," I growled.
For a second, Crimson's eyes glowed red. Then he snatched my hips, aligned the head of his cock with my entrance, and entered me.
I threw my head back against the pillow and hissed through my teeth. It wasn't painful, but Crimson's cock stretched me wider than his fingers had.
But gods, it felt amazing to be full. It scratched an itch I didn't know I had.
"How do you feel?" Crimson asked, his voice hoarse with arousal.
"Good. Keep going."
Sweat dripped down my brow as Crimson's cock filled me. I didn't hold back my moans. My skin felt hot and sensitive, prickling with electricity. As I focused on my breathing, Crimson's scent filled my nose. The spicy alpha musk combined with his naturally alluring smell made me dizzy. I could've laid there forever.
Crimson picked up the pace, panting hard. His breathing was ragged and uneven. His slow movements turned into deep, body-rocking thrusts. I groaned with pleasure each time his cock bottomed out inside me. When I gripped the headboard behind me, I felt my tiger claws jut out and dig into the wood, but I couldn't stop the mini-shift from happening. The way Crimson fucked me was raw and animalistic. I liked it. If it was less intense, it wouldn't be quite as satisfying.
Or maybe it would. Maybe any sex with Crimson would be just as enjoyable. There was only one way to find out.
The rising pleasure built within me until I couldn't think. Just like Crimson said, I could onlyfeel.
And what I felt when I watched him fucking me...
It was something deeper than lust.
"Crimson," I said hoarsely.
Without pausing, he met my gaze.
"Kiss me."
He didn't waste a second. With his cock still plowing into me, he leaned over and captured my lips in a hungry, passionate, breathless kiss. I moaned into him. Our tongues twisted together in the velvety wetness of each other's mouths.
The burst of arousal made my balls throb. My hand flew down to my cock and I jerked myself off as we kissed. I couldn't think of anything except how good this felt—and how much I loved Crimson.
Yeah, that was it.
This feelingwaslove, wasn't it?
"Crimson," I moaned against his lips.
An affectionate, draconic growl escaped him. "I'm listening."
"I..."
I wanted to say it. I wanted him to know how I really felt. But it seemed like such a monumental confession. Was it overly sentimental to say it during sex? Would Crimson think it was silly?
"Taylor."
Crimson's burning gaze locked on mine. His eyes sparkled. They looked soalive, like embers danced in his irises.
"I love you," Crimson stated.
Time slowed. I forgot how to breathe.
Crimson kissed me, gentle and soft.
"I love you," he murmured. "Onlyyou. Don't ever forget that." A smirk curved his lips. "And if you do, let me know so I can remind you. Likethis."
Crimson pressed his lips to mine—at the same time, he thrust deeper into me.
