Her brow furrows. Her nails dig into my shoulders. But she doesn’t tell me to stop—she pulls me closer, urging me deeper.
When I’m fully seated inside her, I go still. Let her adjust. She’s so tight, so hot, it takes everything I have not to move.
“You okay?”
She nods. Breathes out slowly. “Yeah. Just… give me a second.”
I hold myself still, pressing kisses to her forehead, her cheeks, the corner of her mouth. Waiting for her.
Then she shifts her hips. Just slightly. Testing.
“Okay,” she whispers, and pulls me closer.
I pull back and thrust in slowly. She gasps, but it’s not pain—I can tell the difference. I do it again, setting a gentle rhythm, letting her get used to the sensation.
“Kyron…” Her head tips back. “That feels…”
“Good?”
“So good.”
I keep the pace slow. Steady. Watching her face, the way her expression shifts from uncertain to something else entirely. Her lips part. Her eyes flutter closed. Her fingers dig into my shoulders like she needs something to hold onto.
“More,” she breathes.
I give her more. Deeper. A little faster. She moans, and the sound goes straight through me.
The steam is back. Rising from her skin in wisps, curling into the cold air. I notice it in the periphery—the way the room is getting humid, the way her body is heating up beneath me—but I can’t focus on anything except the way she feels. Tight. Hot. Perfect.
I want to make this last. Want to stay inside her forever, feeling her come apart around me piece by piece.
She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper, and the angle changes in a way that makes us both groan. I drop my forehead to hers, breathing hard, trying to hold on.
“You feel incredible,” I manage. “You have no idea.”
She laughs—breathless, surprised—and then gasps when I roll my hips just right.
“Do that again.”
I do. She moans my name and I have to grit my teeth to keep from losing it right there.
The steam is thickening now. Curling around us, warm and humid despite the natural cold of my room. I watch it dance in the low light and feel something primal settle in my chest.
Mine. She’s mine.
I slide a hand between us, finding her clit, circling it with my thumb while I thrust into her. She cries out, her nails raking down my back, and I know she’s close.
“That’s it, Nova. Let me feel you.”
“I’m—Kyron, I’m gonna—”
“I know.” I thrust deeper, harder. “Come with me.”
She shatters.
I feel it in the way she clenches around me, hear it in the broken sound of my name on her lips, see it in the flash of gold and red at her wrist—
Her mark.
