His tongue is hot—so much hotter than any human’s—and the first long, slow lick up my pussy sends my hips flying off the bed. He growls and presses my hips down with one giant hand.
“Stay still for me,” he orders, voice vibrating against my skin. “Let me taste.”
He licks again—deep, thorough, claiming every part of me. His tongue flicks my clit, then circles it. I cry out, fingers digging into the bone spurs on his shoulders. He devours me like he’s starving, like my pleasure is oxygen.
“Vokar—gods?—”
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Let me hear you.”
He sucks my clit into his mouth and I break—shattering against his tongue. Light bursts behind my eyes. My body arches so hard his hand has to hold me down. I scream his name and he groans like the sound feeds him.
He doesn’t stop.
He licks me through every wave, every aftershock, until I’m shaking and breathless.
Then he rises over me again, towering, pupils blown wide.
“Freya…” His voice is ruined. “I need inside you. I need to feel you.”
My breath catches as he positions himself between my thighs. His cock is enormous—long, thick, ridged with subtle alien patterns that pulse with his heartbeat.
It should terrify me.
It does.
But that fear is swallowed by need.
“Let me,” I whisper. “I want you.”
He growls, the sound deep enough to rattle the bedframe.
“I will go slow,” he promises, voice trembling with restraint. “I will?—”
“No,” I say, pulling him closer. “Don’t hold back.”
He stares at me like I’ve given him a weapon he’s sworn never to touch.
“You don’t know what you’re asking.”
“I know it’s you,” I whisper. “And I want you.”
That’s the moment he breaks.
Or the moment he becomes whole.
He lines himself up—and the first press of his cock against my pussy makes both of us moan. He’s too big. I’m too tight. But my body melts for him, soft and wet and aching to be filled.
He pushes slowly at first, watching my face, every muscle in his body tight with control.
I gasp, fingers gripping his forearms.
“More,” I whisper.
“Freya…”
“More.”
He sinks deeper, inch by inch, stretching me around him. The burn makes my breath stutter, but beneath it—pleasure. So much pleasure I shake with it.
