He froze for a moment, caught between disbelief and need. She pressed the point, teasing gently, “One at a time, not at the same time.”
He shook his head, conflicted. “It wouldn’t hurt…”
“I know,” she said softly, brushing a hand over his. “I know you would never hurt me.”
Seeing him hesitate, she wrapped her hand around his and took his fingers into her mouth, sucking gently as she stared into his eyes. He groaned again, a sound that carried both relief anddesire, letting her know that, at last, he was ready to surrender to them both.
“How are you like this?” he muttered, his voice rough.
She let go of his fingers with a pop. “Haven’t you noticed I’m very curious…and like to do things?” she quipped, a teasing smile curling her lips.
The air between them was thick with anticipation, their breaths mingling, and when he finally moved his fingers to her rosette, it was with a careful, measured precision. The trust she’d placed in him guided all of his touches and motions, and the connection they shared made each second feel like it was both explosive and tender all at once. He took his time getting her ready until she felt herself opening for him in a way she had never experienced.
She let out a soft gasp as he drew her closer, her body responding instinctively to him, as he whispered against her lips, “We’ll take it slow…together.” His kisses were soft, deliberate, and full of intention as he slowly pushed his cocks into her. She could feel the careful control behind each press of his lips, and it made her heart race. She wanted to give this moment back to him, to show him she trusted him completely. It stung slightly, a sharp reminder of the intensity between them, but it only deepened her focus on him.
He whispered her name, praise lacing his voice, and kissed her again, this time lingering along her jaw and the curve of her neck. He was careful and attentive, reading her reactions, shaping each touch to make her feel both safe and desired. She shivered under his touch, the warmth of him grounding her while her excitement soared.
“You’re doing beautifully,” he murmured, voice low and teasing.
She could only nod, too lost in the mix of sensation and emotion to form words. And as he clutched her against his chest,she realized that it wasn’t just the physical connection—it was the trust, the unspoken understanding, the closeness that made her heart ache with happiness.
“More,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
He moved with deep slow thrusts, and leaned closer, his lips brushing her jaw. “Do you like my cocks?”
She could only nod, and a moan tore from her throat, betraying just how much she was experiencing. She had never felt this full, and the feeling amplified the pleasure.
“You can’t even talk,” he murmured, his warm breath against her ear. “That’s how good it is.”
“Uh…” was all she could say, her body betraying her in the best way possible.
“Good, because I want you to be like this only with me,” he said and moved faster.
“Yes,” she sighed.
He kept moving, his voice low and rough against her neck, slipping in those words that made her shiver. Things about how good she felt around him, how no one else got to see her like this, how she was his in all the ways that mattered.
Her breath hitched, the pleasure tightening and spiraling until it snapped, pulling a sharp cry from her as she came hard against him.
And then it was like nothing else. A rush she couldn’t control and pleasure that didn’t feel possible. And in that moment, wrapped around him, held so tightly against him, she realized they weren’t just close. They were connected in ways she had never imagined she could be with anyone.
“Khrona, it feels so good,” he groaned, holding her through it, his grip strong, reverent. “Because you’re mine.”
The words sent another rush through her, and when he followed her over the edge a moment later, he said it again rougher and almost undone, “Mine.”
She stilled, breath catching on a feeling that wasn’t entirely physical. Something warm unfurled in her chest, and before she could think better of it, the words spilled out of her in a soft, trembling whisper.
“I love you.”
He groaned at the same moment, lost in his own pleasure, and the way he cradled her…gods, it was everything. She felt the connection between them flare, felt him all around her—his body, his breath, the echo of his desire, but when he growled, “Mine” again, something inside her wavered.
Her power pulsed once. A flicker, like catching a glimpse of his heart from inside his ribs.
And she didn’t feelherselfin him.
Not the way she felt him in herself.
Not fully.
