To share this with her is like the universe loosening its grip on my throat for a single moment, but I know the second I pull away, I’ll feel its weight again.
Her mouth.
Her hands.
Her heartbeat under my palm.
This is what it feels like to finally be alive. She grabs my wrist and drags it higher, until my hand rests over hervirae.
She’s so warm.My fingers brush the soaked fabric of her pants. I drop my forehead against hers.
“Please,” I whisper. “I’m trying to be so good for you, Lumi. Even when it’s killing me.” Her breath hitches, and my eyes fall shut. If I look at her right now, I might break. She lifts her hips, arching into my hand.
A groan tears from my throat, low and guttural. “Lumi,” I choke. “You can’t—don’t—” But I don’t pull away. Her hand presses over mine, grounding it there. Her pupils are blown wide. She wants this. She’snot afraid of me.
“I trust you,” she whispers. Kael’theln ves saevrin... velûn ves kai’morin narh thrae. (Her truth is sacred… I’ve ached lifetimes for this.)
My claws retract on their own volition. If I touched her without a barrier in between us, there would be no controlling the shift.
“I want you to make me feel good, Andri,” she moans. It’s not desire, it’s desperation, like an offering of warmth to a creature who’s only ever known the cold.
I press a kiss to her cheek, then another at the corner of her mouth. My thumb strokes the inside of her thigh, slow and soft.
“If I start,” I whisper, “I won’t just stop at one taste.Kael’thorin narh veyl’skar ves nai—thrae’mirin ves kai’lûn.” (Not even the gods could tear me from you.)
She doesn’t answer, just lets her legs fall open in invitation. The bond howls between us, threatening to snap, but I can’t let it.
I trail down her body, taking in every inch. I settle between her legs, hands wrapping around her hips like I might lose myself if I let go. Her scent hits me again, and it spears through me so hard my antlers throb.Veyr’kael ves thrae’morin. Kaemorin.(Your scent is intoxicating. Mine.)
Her chest stutters, and her thighs tremble beneath my palms. She’s shaking like a leaf—and still she opens for me.
“Karl’mirin ves thrae... Etra’nai ves narh.” I whisper into her thigh. (You will ruin me with this… and I will thank you.)
“Andrik,” she breathes, voice shaking. “Please touch me.”
Thrahk.
My breath stutters as her hands roam, trailing heat over my shoulders. I shudder, my pulse thudding beneath my skin.
I lower my head slightly, an unconscious surrender, baring the base of my antlers to her.
“Touch them,” I whisper, my voice rough with need. “They've only ever been mine...until now.”
She hesitates for half a heartbeat, then her fingers brush the velvet ridge, and my whole body convulses.
A strangled sound escapes my throat. My claws dig into the sheets.
“Saelûn,” I gasp, “that part of me... only wakes for you.”
Her fingers drift higher. When they graze the base of my antlers, I snarl, hips jerking like she's already taking me inside her.
“They were never meant for anyone else,” I choke. “Only you.Only you, Saelûn.”
When she strokes my antler, it’s like she’s stroking my cock. The pleasure is unbearable—and I never want it to stop.Thrae’vlin ves velûn, Saelûn. Kael ves narh kai’morin.(I will pleasure you endlessly, Soulbond. Just don’t let go.)
I can’t wait. Not another second.
My claws hook the fabric at her center and tear, ripping through her sweats. She's bare beneath me. Flushed pink, and glistening withvaelissûn. Her sweet scent crashes into me. My vision blurs from the intensity.
