And when his hand closed around her wrist, there was no force in it. Then his fingers slid between hers, and in that quiet answer, she leaned in, bridging the space between them.
He hovered unmoving against her lips. One heartbeat. Then another. Then his mouth brushed hers, barely there, but enough for her to feel the shape of it.
She met it slowly, lips parting to catch his lower lip between her teeth, teasing before letting go.
That did it.
His hand fisted in her hair, pulling her in as his mouth crashed over hers this time, deep and hungry. Her hips rolled in response, and he answered—cock rocking slow and thick along her soaked center.
She gasped, and he swallowed it whole, hand curling tighter at her neck.
Stars above, why were there still clothes between them? She ground harder, chasing the pressure, but it wasn’t enough. Not even close.
One of her hands snaked down between them, fingers searching for the opening to his pants, desperate to release him. Her other hand braced against the ground, steadying her body, her lips locked with his, unwilling to release his lips or open her eyes.
“Damn it,” she snarled, fumbling with the ties before growling and tearing at the seams.
Finally. She yanked his pants open and wrapped her hand around him—heavy, pulsing, and already wet at the tip. Her other hand shoved at her waistband, forcing the fabric down over her hips. Almost there—
Until his hands caught her waist, pushing her just far enough to break the kiss.
“Wait.” His voice was rough. “I can’t believe I’m about to ask this, because…Great Phoenix, woman…I think I’d do anything for you right now. Anything to feel you…” His words trailed off as his hand traced her cheek. “Shite, just…look at me.”
“But the mask.” The words slipped out jagged.What is he doing? Why is he stopping?
“Screw the mask. You’ve got my cock in your hand.”
A slow smile spread across her face as she realized she did, in fact, still have that beautiful manhood throbbing within her grasp.
She opened her eyes.
The mask hung from his neck, and when he drew a breath, his lips parted just enough for moonlight to catch on his canines—metallic, sharp, unmistakably not natural. She blinked, surprised, and his gaze flicked away as if he’d felt her notice, a faint tightening in his jaw betraying something like embarrassment.
But before she could wrap her head around it, he lifted his chin, and the rest of him stole her focus. Strong jaw, high cheekbones, and a full mouth that highlighted the wildness in him—intense, almost amused. If anything, his face made him unfairly, dangerously attractive, the kind of handsome that pulled her attention forward and refused to let go.
“Okay.” The muscles in his jaw flexed beneath his skin, though his posture remained rigid, controlled. “Are you sure you want to do this? Here? Now?” He paused, looking away. “With me?”
Did he not? A flush crept up her neck. Did he think she cared about the teeth? Or the hair, or whatever was going on with that eye?
“Most Hollow-born would want to touch…” he coughed as if the idea was ludicrous. “I’m trying to be a gentleman here.”
“Most Hollow-born are fools, then.” Rynna glanced down at herself—pants halfway off, his dick in her hand—and snorted. “But…a gentleman? Really?”
“I might be a little late in this attempt.”
She leaned in, her hips lifting to hover over where she held him. The man was insane if he thought…
“Should I just go, then?” She asked, lowering just a fraction of an inch so the soft, silky head of him teased her entrance, and began slowly moving him in tight circles between her thighs.
He hissed through his teeth at the contact, bucking beneath her. Then he sat up, growling as his hands locked on her hips, and in a single twist, flipped them both. Her back hit the ground with athud, and he came down over her, now fully in control. She opened her mouth, some witty comeback on the tip of her tongue—
He drove into her before she could speak, wrecking any semblance of coherent thought clear from her mind.
Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Her mouth opened in a small ‘o’ as he pushed his way forward and back with a delicious side-to-side motion, massaging the most sensitive parts of her.
It didn’t last long at that point. The build-up had been too intense, too perfect. The weight of his body on her, the taste of his mouth on hers…that glorious fucking cock working miracles between her legs…
With each stroke, her insides clenched, and that hazy buzzing in her skull signaled bliss was near. And when it hit, her body clenched hard around him, ripping a groan from his lips as his hips jerked without control and he spilled into her, wet and hot.
