His pupils dilated, the purple of his irises seeming to glow brighter. "Say it again."
"I'm yours."
He lifted me effortlessly, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me toward the bed. My heart was pounding, heat pooling low in my belly as he laid me down on the soft surface. He followed me down, his larger body covering mine, and I reveled in the weight of him, the solid reality of his presence.
"I need you," he said, his voice rough with want. His hands moved to the fastenings of the tunic I wore. I helped him, suddenly desperate to feel his skin against mine. "I need to show you that you are mine, that I am yours."
"Yes," I breathed, arching up into his touch as his hands found bare skin. "Yes, Xabat."
His fingers traced along my collarbone, down between my breasts, leaving trails of tingling warmth in their wake. When his palm cupped my breast, I gasped at the heat of it, at the way his thumb circled my nipple until it peaked hard against his touch.
"So beautiful," he murmured, lowering his head to replace his thumb with his mouth. His tongue was slightly rougher than a human's, the texture sending sparks of pleasure straight to my core. I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him to me as he lavished attention on first one breast, then the other.
My hips rolled up against him of their own accord, seeking friction, seeking more. He groaned against my skin, the vibration making me whimper. His hand slid down my stomach, fingers dancing along the waistband of my pants before dipping lower.
"Please," I gasped, not even sure what I was begging for, only knowing I needed more of him.
He made quick work of the rest of my clothing, his eyes darkening as he took in my naked form. I reached for him, helping him shed his own clothes, my hands trembling with anticipation.
When he was finally bare before me, I couldn't help but stare. His body was magnificent—all muscle and beautiful sage green skin. And his cock—thick and hard, with subtle ridges along the shaft that made my mouth go dry and my pussy clench with need.
"You're staring," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"You're perfect," I breathed, reaching out to wrap my hand around him. He hissed at the contact, his hips jerking forward into my grip. The skin was hot and silky-smooth, and I stroked him slowly, fascinated by the way the ridges grew harder with each movement of my hand.
"Harper, if you keep doing that, I won't last," he groaned, his hand covering mine to still my movements. "And I need to taste you first."
Before I could respond, he was moving down my body, pressing kisses to my stomach, my hip bones, the inside of my thighs. His hands gripped my legs, spreading them wider, and then his mouth was on me and I cried out at the sensation.
His tongue was magic—rough and clever and relentless as it explored every fold, every sensitive nerve. He licked and sucked and teased until I was writhing beneath him, my hands fisted in the bedding, my thighs trembling. When he slid two fingers inside me, curling them to hit that perfect spot while his mouth worked my clit, I shattered, pleasure crashing over me in waves that left me gasping his name.
He didn't give me time to recover. He kissed his way back up my body, positioning himself between my thighs, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. His eyes locked with mine, deep violet and full of love and desire.
"Are you ready for me?" he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
"Yes," I breathed, wrapping my legs around his waist, urging him closer. "Please, Xabat. I need you inside me."
He pushed forward slowly, carefully, giving me time to adjust to his size. The ridges along his shaft created the most incredible friction, each one sending sparks of pleasure through me as he filled me inch by inch. When he was fully seated, we both groaned at the sensation.
"You feel incredible," he gasped, his body trembling with restraint. "So tight. So perfect. Made for me."
"Move," I urged, rolling my hips. "Please move."
He withdrew almost completely before sliding back in, setting a slow, deep rhythm that had me seeing stars. Each thrust dragged those ridges against my inner walls, hitting spots I didn't even know existed.
I met him thrust for thrust, my nails digging into his shoulders as the pleasure built higher and higher. He shifted the angle slightly, so that he hit that perfect spot inside me with every stroke. I cried out, my back arching off the bed.
"That's it," he growled, his pace increasing. "Let me hear you. Let me feel you come apart for me."
His hand slipped between our bodies, his thumb finding my clit and circling it in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation was overwhelming, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in my core until I thought I might explode from it.
"Xabat," I gasped, my inner walls beginning to flutter around him. "I'm so close. I'm—"
"Come for me, Harper," he commanded, his voice rough and desperate. "Come for me, my mate."
His thumb pressed harder against my clit, and I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me with an intensity of an erupting volcano. I cried out his name as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, my body clenching around him rhythmically.
He groaned, his rhythm faltering as my inner muscles squeezed him. "Harper, I—I can't...."
