I met his eyes as he pressed forward, the broad head of him pushing against my entrance. The size difference was immediately apparent, he was significantly larger than any human man, thick and hard and impossibly hot against my skin.
"Breathe," he commanded softly, one hand bracing himself above me while the other supported my hip. "We go slow. Tell me if it's too much."
He pushed forward with aching slowness, giving my body time to adjust to the intrusion. The stretch was intense, bordering on too much, but not painful. Not when he was watching my face so carefully, reading every micro-expression,adjusting his angle when I winced, stopping completely when my breath hitched.
"Okay?" he asked, voice strained with the effort of holding still when only the first few inches were inside me.
"More than okay." I wrapped my legs around his waist as much as I could given the size difference, urging him deeper. "Don't you dare stop."
His laugh was breathless. "Demanding."
"You like it."
"I love it." He pushed deeper, careful and controlled, watching my face the entire time. "You're taking me so well. So perfect."
The fullness was overwhelming. Every nerve ending sparked with sensation as he filled me completely, the size of him stretching me in ways I'd never experienced. When he was fully seated inside me, we both stilled, breathing hard, adjusting to the sensation of being joined so completely.
His markings were blazing now, electric-blue light pulsing across his skin in patterns that matched his heartbeat. I realized with fascination that I could feel the warmth of them where our bodies touched, a pleasant heat that added to the sensation.
"You're glowing," I managed.
"Zandovian response to arousal." His voice was strained. "The markings react. Can't control it when I'm inside you."
"I like it." I clenched around him experimentally, watching his eyes darken and his markings flare brighter. "I like seeing what I do to you."
He groaned, the sound rumbling through his chest. "If you keep doing that, this will be over embarrassingly fast."
"Then move." I rolled my hips, testing the angle. "Show me what we can do together."
He moved then, withdrawing almost completely before pushing back in with controlled power. The angle was different than I'd expected, his size meant he hit places inside me I didn't know could feel like this, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure through my entire body.
It wasn't perfect. There were awkward moments when angles didn't quite work, when the size difference meant we had to shift position, when I had to guide his hand to support my lower back because the natural curve of my spine didn't align with his thrusts. But every adjustment, every moment of figuring it out together, somehow made it more intimate. More real.
"There," I gasped when he changed angle slightly, hitting something inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids. "Right there—don't stop?—"
"Never stopping." His control was fracturing now, his thrusts becoming less measured, more desperate. "You feel incredible. So tight. So perfect around me."
His markings were pulsing in time with his thrusts now, the blue light bright enough to illuminate our joined bodies in the dimmed quarters. I watched, fascinated, as the patterns shifted and flowed across his skin, racing faster as his pleasure built.
When his hand slipped between our bodies to find that sensitive bundle of nerves again, I shattered. The orgasm hit me like an electrical surge, pleasure arcing through everynerve ending, my body clenching around him so tightly he groaned.
"Elena—" My name was a prayer and a curse as he followed me over the edge, his body going rigid as he found his release. His markings blazed brilliant blue, so bright I had to close my eyes against the intensity of it, and I felt the heat of him spilling inside me, the pulse of it matching the rhythm of his racing heartbeat.
When it was over, when we were both breathless and tangled together and my body felt like it had been rewired with new electrical pathways, Vaxon held me against his chest with infinite care.
"You're crying," he said softly, his markings dimming back to their normal glow.
I touched my face, surprised to find it wet. "Happy crying. That's a thing, right?"
"Apparently." He wiped my tears with his thumb, his massive hand infinitely gentle against my face. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Was it too much?—"
"It was perfect." I pressed my face against his chest, feeling the rapid thrum of his dual heartbeats beneath my ear, inhaling his scent, metallic and warm and safe. "You were perfect. This was perfect." My voice dropped to a whisper. "I've never felt this safe with anyone."
His arms tightened around me, careful of my smaller frame even now. "Good. Because you are safe. With me. Always."
We lay in comfortable silence,Vaxon's heartbeat steady beneath my ear, his hands tracing idle patterns across myskin. The lighting had cycled to night mode, leaving us in gentle darkness broken only by the faint glow of his markings.
"What are you thinking?" I asked eventually.
