“You’re going to make me come again,” she breathed, voice ragged, trying to catch her breath as her body began to tense up. Her hips twitched, but I kept her pinned down, pressing on her pelvis to keep her still. “Kaldur!”
She inhaled a sharp breath. I felt a single flutter around my finger, and then she was arching up from the bed, a silent scream on her lips.
There you go,I thought.Come for me.
I never changed my pace between her thighs, alternating between sucking and lapping at her fluttering little clit. And I continued to do that until I knew her orgasm was over, even when she reached down to push at me.
I finally released her and stood, wiping at my mouth and jaw with a shaking hand. My movements were jerky, stilted when I stepped up to the bed, tugging her bodily down again until her bottom was just over the edge.
“Good,” I murmured.
I took her ankles in my grip, pulling them wide so I could slide between them.
“Need you again,” I told her, my gaze zeroing in on her, the rest of the room fading away. “Gods, I’ve never felt anything like this before. It drives me crazy, how much I need you,dallia.”
A gasp left her when I thrust into her pussy, hard and deep, and a low, extremely satisfied rumbling vibrated through my entire body. Even my wings shuddered with it.
But I needed deeper. She would take my knot, the entrance of her tight pussyjustteasing the swelling of it.
I pushed forward, and she made a sound like a soft mew, a desperate one. I pulled back, nearly leaving the warmth of her body, before I thrust back in.
Then a haze of need shrouded me. I pressed over her, usingthe weight of my body to keep her legs spread open wide, leaning down to capture her lips in a deep, hard kiss.
Was it possible to want someonesomuch? I just wanted to consume her, to keep her close so nothing would ever hurt her again. Even me.
My need for her was great, but I forced myself to go slow. To make love to her instead of mindlessly fuck, though I thought maybe that would be how this ended. Every deep, long stroke of my cock into her body made her gasp. She breathed into my kiss, like she was breathing life into me again.
Every thrust teased my knot, making fire burn in my veins. I pulled back from her kiss, already on the edge of coming.
I placed my hands on both sides of her head, capturing her beneath me like prey, my wings coming around us until it was like we were blanketed in them. I held her eyes as we shared the same breath, as I saw my own need and pleasure mirrored in her eyes.
Looking down at her, I thought that there were very few moments in my life I wanted to capture forever, to be able to relive over and over again. But that this was certainly one of them.
But just as I thought that, her eyes flickered back and forth between my own as I continued to push my body into hers, claiming her, making love to her. There was a flash of uncertainty…and then a moment of fear.
Suddenly her expression, which was usually so readable, closed off.
“This,” she whispered, her voice catching in her throat with the ferocity of my thrusts. I stilled, breathing hard, trepidation curling in my gut. “This doesn’t have to mean anything,” she said. “Right?”
My brow furrowed, not understanding.
“It’s just sex,” she said. “We both want this. It doesn’t have to mean anything.”
I growled, understanding finally flooding into me.
“No,” I rasped, cupping the side of her face so she wouldn’t turn away. I gave another deep thrust, watching her bite her lip at the sensation. Each word was punctuated with a teeth-clattering thrust when I said, “This. Means. Everything.”
“It can’t,” she cried out, voice strained, torn between her rising panic, her quiet determination, and her pleasure. “It can’t.”
“Yes,” I said, desperation now driving me. It made a fissure run through my heart—but perhaps I deserved it—merely thinking she wastryingto keep distance between us. It was what I’d done to her, after all. “It can.”
But saying it didn’t hold any meaning. Erina had decided that she was open tothis, to sex, to the feedings again. That didn’t mean this intimacy meant what it hadoncemeant to her. I’d ruined any chance of that.
Yet I was determined to break down every last block she’d stacked between us, the wall I’d caused her to build to keep herself safe. It ate at me, that knowledge. Knowing I’d been the cause. But I wouldn’t rest until I had earned her forgiveness. Her trust. Her love.
Her fear stemmed from her uncertainty. But she needed to understand…I had never been more certain of anything in my life.
What I feared was losing her.
