“Please, don’t stop,”I sob, fingers clutching at the blanket. “I can’t go through this all night.”
Another cramp ripsthrough my core, and I cry out, twisting beneath the weight of his hands.
“I don’t wantto lose control when you’re vulnerable.” His voice is a strained, guttural rasp.
“I don’t care anymore, Andrik.”
“Lumi—”
“If you won’t doit, let Rhûven out!” I yell. “Let the beast take the pain away if you’re too afraid to!”
His hands still instantly.
The silencethat follows is heavy and charged with electricity.
The towel is rippedfrom my body. So fast, I barely register the chill in the air before his hands find my skin.
I gasp,arching into his touch.
“Tell me to stop,”he breathes, his face hovering inches from mine.
His pupils are blown wide,nearly swallowing the ice-blue. “Tell me now, Lumi, and I will walk out of that door.”
“Don’t stop,”I whimper, my fingers tangling in the white fur on his forearms, pulling him back down. “Please don’t stop, Saelûn.”
His fangs grazeover my pulse. I feel the vibration of the growl he’s trying not to let out. His hands slide over my hips, down my thighs, spreading them with infuriating slowness.
He dropsto his stomach between my legs. His cool breath ghosts over my inner thigh.
“You’re trembling,”he murmurs.
“I need you.”
“You have me, baby,”he rasps, his voice rough with need. “All of me. Every thick inch. I’m going to stretch you, fill you, make you come on my cock until you can’t take anymore.”
His hand slidesbetween my thighs, fingers trailing through my slickness, and I can’t control the sound that escapes me.
“But I’ve waited so longfor this,” he groans. “I need to taste you first. I need to feel you fall apart on my tongue before I bury myself inside you.”
“Please,”I whimper.
“Fuck, Lumi,”he groans. “You’re soaked.”
“For you,”I moan. “All for you.”
“Is this what you need?”he murmurs, circling slowly, deliberately avoiding where I’m aching most. “Tell me. Use your words, Saelûn.”
“Yes,more please—want you inside, Andrik.”
“Veyr’nes kaelor vel’rin,”he breathes. (You’re perfect like this.)
Two fingers slide inside me,and I cry out, hips bucking into his hand.
“That’s it,”he murmurs. “Take what you need from me.”
His fingers curl inside me,rubbing against that spot that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. The pressure builds with each stroke, coiling tighter in my core.
“Andrik.”I claw at his shoulders, trying to pull him closer.
