“I wantmore,” I demanded, and I watched his lips curve, entranced by his smile, as always. I tried to take more of his fingers, pushing against his hand, but he stopped me so easily, it was almost embarrassing.
“Hey,” he murmured, “I want this so much.” He pressed a kiss to my shoulder again. “But we can’t rush this. I can’t hurt you, Zoga. I’d rather hurt myself.” His expression was so sincere, sopurely in lovethat I couldn’t respond. I nodded, more subdued this time.
“My sweet, good mate,” he whispered, brushing his lips against my jaw, and he was able to sink his finger in enough that he could slowly, relentlessly work another one inside, tucked next to the first.
Gods, this was why he kept the claws of his right hand filed.
I clenched around his fingers hard enough to make him grunt with longing. The stretch wasso goodthat I couldn’t help but squirm. My fingernails dug into his arm, his wrist, trying to find something,anythingto help me bear everything that I was feeling.
My hips refused to stay still, my entire body on fire. I needed more.
The laugh that left him was rough and shaky. He placed another loving, soft kiss to the corner of my mouth.
“You werebornto take me, Zoga. A little more?”
I was losing my grasp on reality. Sweat dripped from his body onto mine, and I shook from head to toe, contracting around his fingers that were too thick but also not thick enough. I was on the edge, and the finish line was so closeagain.
He’s going to kill me with orgasms. I’ve gone from 0 orgasms in years tothis.
“Take them a little deeper,” he purred against my skin, murmuring more words of low encouragement.
Gods, look at you. Just a little...yes.
And then he was there again, his thick cock pressing against the entrance to my pussy, biting my lower lip as he eased inside. This time, the first couple of inches slipped right in.
“Yes,” I gasped, drawing up my knees, unable to stop myself. “Yes, yes,yes.”
He winced and smiled at the same time and there was something socharmingabout it. Soyoung
“We’re getting there,” he groaned, closing his fangs gently around the edge of my earlobe. “Just be patient.”
The next thing I knew, his hand wrapped around my throat, his thumb and index finger on either side of my jaw. He didn’t press, but it was a warning not to move, a reminder thathewas in charge. And I almost came from the feel of it.
“Stop,” he whispered against my ear. “Don’t make me come too soon. Let me get you used to it.”
I stilled my lower body from where I’d been rocking against him, onlyjustrealizing that I’d been doing it.When I tipped my head to the side and scraped my teeth along his jaw, he cursed under his breath.
“Fucking hell,” he groaned, and his control snapped.
Our eyes met as his hold on my neck moved upward, fingers splayed open, pressing on my chin. His index and middle finger dipped into my mouth, sliding over my tongue. The grip tightened to stop me from moving my head again, but still, nothing hurt. It just all felt sogood. So right.
And then his cock drove deeper inside of me. Unrelenting. So big, so thick and almosttoo much. I begged for more of it around his fingers, even as every sinking inch of it had me pushing my palms against his shoulders to shove him back a little.
Not because of pain, but because ofintensity.And he knew it, because he didn’t stop. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and my heels dug into him, trying for more, even as my hands still pushed. I was trying to make room for more, but I wasn’t certainthat that room existed.
“Breathe,” he told me. “Just breathe.”
I tried, but I wasn’t able to bring myself to say that Icouldn’t.I wantedeverythingfrom him. I was babbling things that didn’t make any sense, clawing at bulging muscles of his upper arms and holding onto large expanses of his shoulders where the sweat was making my palms slip.
All throughout, Savla did exactly what I needed. We were past words and gestures. Past the ability to lie to each other.
“Savla?” I whimpered.
“I know,” he murmured against my skin, swiping his tongue over it to taste my sweat.
And then he bit down hard, strong enough to still my breath in my throat again, but notquiteenough. Painful, butamazing.
I felt it before I understood it. A shift in the air. A pull in my magick. A tension in Savla’s body that wasn’t desire—not exactly. Something older. Deeper.
