He bottoms out with a slow, final press, and we both shudder—panting, clinging to each other, overwhelmed. I chance one more look down and I can see him inside me, and it almost starts to hurt just at the sheersize…but then his hasp vibrates against my clit, brushes,sucks.
And then—then he starts to move.
It’s just a little—just a slow roll of his hips, testing the give of me, making sure I can take him without pain. But even that…even that makes my whole body jolt. I feel everything. Every inch of him, every slick, thick ridge dragging against me. I gasp, gripping his shoulders as he rocks forward again, then back.
My breath punches out of me in a shaky exhale. “Garrik…”
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs. His mouth brushes mine, the honey still warm on my lips. “You’re doing so good, honeybee.”
He’s right—Iamdoing good. Ifeelgood. The honey is still working its magic—making my skin feel like it’s glowing, making every nerve hum. I can feel it on my clit, slick and pulsing where it rubbeed off of his hasp. And I can feel it now…insideme, where I’m stretched impossibly full and still somehow wanting more.
He moves again—deeper this time—and I feel the slow, deliberate drag of his cock pushing against that spot inside me that makes my toes curl.
“Garrik,” I breathe, head falling back. “You feel…”
“I know,” he groans. “You’re so tight around me. So soft. So perfect.”
He slides one hand to my hip, the other cradling my back, and he begins to rock into me with steady, careful rhythm. Mybody clings to him with every thrust, desperate and aching and full. My muscles stretch to accommodate the sheer size of him, the fullness that steals my breath, the friction that makes my thighs tremble.
He presses a hand gently against my lower stomach—right over that spot—and I feel his cock twitch inside me at the sight, theproofof how deeply we’re joined.
“Gonna make you feel so good,” he whispers, dragging his thumb just below my navel. “Gonna love you like this until you can’t speak.”
And gods help me, I believe him.
He kisses my neck—soft, reverent—then lifts his head to look down at me. His eyes are blown wide, gold nearly swallowed up by black, and his antennae are curled forward, trembling slightly.
“Still okay?” he murmurs, slowing for just a beat.
I nod frantically, legs tightening around his waist. “More than okay. Don’t stop.Pleasedon’t stop.”
A soft, desperate noise escapes him, and he pulls almost all the way out—then sinks back in, slow and deep and devastating. I whimper, nails digging into his back, my whole body trembling with how good it feels. The heat builds between us, a thick, syrupy ache gathering in my core as he moves, thrust after thrust, slow and steady andso deep.
“You’re so full,” he whispers. “So warm…gods, Iris—you’re mine.”
“Yes,” I pant. “Yes, I’m yours.”
And I mean it.
I’vealwaysbeen his.
His pace picks up, still careful, still reverent, but hungrier now. I can feel him losing control, feel the strain in his arms as he holds back from pounding into me the way I know he wants to. He’s trying to be gentle—for me. Forus.
“I want—” I can barely speak. “I want you tofeelit, Garrik. I want you to come inside me. Please…”
He growls—a low, broken sound—and then he starts to move faster.
Not rough. Not careless. Justmore.
More of him—more friction, more heat. More of that deep, relentless thrust that hits something inside me that makes me shatter.
“Iris—”
“I’m there—I’m there—don’t stop?—!”
And when I come, it’s like falling into honey. Sweet and golden and endless. My body clenches around him in rhythmic waves, milking him, coaxing him deeper, and I cry out—loud and breathless and wrecked.
Garrik thrusts once, twice—then groans my name like a prayer and follows me over the edge, hips snapping forward as he spills deep inside me.
