“Fuck… you feel divine.” He slipped in another inch.
And then he pushed a little more. Alora’s lungs seized at her loss of breath and her claws tore into his shoulders so deep he bled.
He gritted his teeth, growling a curse and that was part moan. “So fucking tight.”
Tootight.
Rune kissed her, holding her neck in place as he demolished her mouth until she was panting. He toyed with her sensitivepeak and breasts, more of her arousal spilling over him. Her body relaxed again, releasing their vice grip on him.
“Yes, that’s my good girl,” Rune said, equally out of breath. “You are doing so well.”
Then he plunged in further. He was halfway in.
Alora’s head fell back. “Oh gods…”
“No.” He pulled out and took her throat, making her dazed eyes meet his. “There are no gods here, songbird. The only thing you should worship is me.”
He dragged himself against her slickness but denying what she wanted until she nearly sobbed from the torture.
“And Alora…” Rune rumbled in her ear, voice a rasp of shadow and flame, “Once you give me this, I willneverhave enough.”
Her breath stuttered, thighs trembling as his shadows forced her wide for him. Both entrances were throbbing, silently begging for him. Rune eased himself into her again. The sound she made, and the sensation of her heat nearly made him finish right then. After a shaky breath, he continued slowly, nearly all the way in now.
“Oh!” She convulsed, her chest heaving with wild breaths. Alora clung to his shoulders, nails carving crescents into his skin. He was stiff beneath her, breathing so raggedly, his vision skewed. “I don’t know if I can.”
Rune kissed her temple. “Almost there, love. Take your time.”
Alora nodded, shaking against him.
Shadows surged again, guiding her, steadying her, coaxing her body to yield. And when at last he finally seated fully, buried to the hilt with both, her cry broke against his mouth as he kissed her, his devotion a storm in her mind.
Worship, hunger, ruin, love. Every emotion bled into him until he couldn’t tell which were hers and which were his.
And the world fractured into shadow and firelight.
Light lit up across the markings on her skin, flickering red. The power coursing through her body moved through him with a potent force that left him gasping. He didn’t thrust yet, simply left himself buried in her heat.
He shut his eyes, shuddering at the blessed sensation. His head fell back with a low groan. He would never be satisfied by anything else again.
“Is it too much?” she asked shakily.
Rune laughed, low and broken, his forehead pressing to hers. “No, love. It’severything.”
At the first thrust Alora’s back arched in a broken moan and he groaned out a curse against her neck, his chest rising rapidly with heavy breaths.
“Fuck. I may not last long.”
It was her turn to laugh. “I never expected the King of the Netherworld to wilt so easily.”
“Wilt?”Rune growled. “Nothing is wilting here.”
Her giggle cut off at the next thrust of his hips. Every plunge was a claim, his ridges stroking against her. Fire surged through his body as he pushed deeper until Rune swore, he could feel her heartbeat in his chest.
Pleasure tore all resistance away.
Rune swallowed her moans with a kiss, tasting her tears as he plunged inside of her. Light poured from her, feeding him like a banquet. Shadows wrapped her tighter, stroking, tormenting until she was thrashing, begging, sobbing from the pleasure of it.
Her voice broke on his name, over and over.
