She drags her nails down my back. “You’ve waited so long, Andri. Take what you need. I want you to.”
I lift onto my forearms, bracing myself above her, eyes locked on her face. “You’ll tell me it’s too much?”
“It is too much,” she whispers, eyes glittering from the godfire. “And I love it. I need it.”
A broken sound tears from my throat. I thrust again. And again. Each time deeper. Each time harder to stop. Her eyes roll back when I grind my pelvis against her clit.
“There,” she cries out. “Right fucking there, Andrik.”
Her face twists in pleasure, her breath catching with every pump of my hips.
My hand slips between us, circling her clit with my fingers, matching the rhythm of our hips. Her mouth falls open.
“That’s it, little mate,” I whisper. “Let me feel you fall. Let the gods hear you come all over your Rhavari.”
“Deeper. Please,” she moans against my chest.
I growl low in my throat and reach down, grabbing the back of her thighs. Her eyes widen as I fold her in half, pressing her legs toward her chest until her knees brush the moss on either side of her ribs.
I sink deeper, and she screams.
I glance down, completely transfixed, watching my thick shaft disappear into her small body, her soft pink flesh stretched obscenely around me.
Gods above—this angle. I’m buried so deep, I can see the bulge of my cock pressing against her lower belly.
“You see that?” I rasp. “That’s me, Lumi. All of me.”
I reach for her hand and slide it down over her stomach, guiding her palm over the firm swell beneath her skin.
“Feel that?” I whisper, grinding my hips forward with a slow, punishing thrust. “That’s me moving inside you. That’s how deep your body is taking your Rhavari, baby.”
Her breath stutters. She moans helplessly as I rock again, letting her feel every inch of it ever beneath her hand. Her fingers twitch over her own skin, tracing the shape of me.
“So deep,” she whines. “You’re so deep, Andrik. I can feel you everywhere.”
She clutches at my shoulders, her fingers latching onto my fur.
“You were made for me,” I growl, rutting slow and deep now, grinding against her swollen clit. “And I’m never letting you forget it.”
My hips snap harder into her, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing through the god-lit circle.
Her cries grow louder as her head thrashes from side to side. I drop my mouth to her throat, kissing, biting, sucking.
“Let me feel you come,” I beg against her skin. “Please, Lumi—I want to fall with you.”
Her legs quiver where they’re pressed to the ground. I reach between us and rub tight circles over her clit—desperate now. My shaft is covered with hervaelis, dripping down to my knot.
I want her to lose control. I need to watch her break apart on me.
“Come on my cock,” I beg. “Let me feel this perfect pussy strangle me when you drench me.”
Her body tenses beneath me, every muscle seizing.
“Andrik, I'm gonna come—I’m gonna?—”
“Soak me. Mark me. I want to wear your pleasure like a scar,” I grunt.
Her scream echoes through the trees as her orgasm crashes through her.
