Wrath isn’t just part of me, it’sme, and he wants all of me.
Not to mitigate, to lessen.
He wants me to be more of myself, even in this.
“I may not deserve better,” Zan whispers hoarsely, “but if you want me, I’m going to take it.”
He withdraws all the way, and before I can cry out at the sheer loss of the feel of him, with one more powerful thrust, he slams all the way into me.
I throw my head back, gasping around the sensation of him seated fully inside me.
And there, Zan pauses.
It feels uncannily like the entire world hangs in the balance of this moment.
I finally manage to bring my gaze back to his, breathing through how this feels, how completelyright—
“You’ll never be free of me, after this,” Zan murmurs, holding my gaze. “You’llfeelme inside you—”
I find my words; my clarity.
I touch his face gently, and see his eyes flicker.
“I’ll never be alone, and you won’t be either,” I say. “Isn’t that what mating really is?”
The feeling, tangibly, that someone loves me. Knowing that we’re not too much for each other, that wecan’tbe, because we can feel it.
Oh. I haven’t said it out loud yet, have I?
Zan is deep in me, but I’m not as deep in him. Physically, anyway, but...
I lean forward, changing the angle between us to something even sharper, my face almost touching his, close enough to kiss.
And then I turn my head and bite him on the neck.
Zan bucks beneath me with a shout, and I hold on, my teeth digging deeper into his flesh with our movement as the sensation makes Zan begin to move again at last.
He might be slow on the uptake, butI’mnot.
I seize his lips in a fierce, fast kiss.
“I love you, Zan,” I tell him, the vision of his eyes widening in wonder and disbelief filling me with fierce joy. “Nowtake me.”
For a moment, I think I might have overdone it, because he looks so thunderstruck that all he can do is stare. Like I’ve given him a gift so beyond his ken he doesn’t have any idea what to do with it, when Ijust told him what to do with it—
“Then hold on, my love,” Zan tells me with bright eyes, “and we’ll see how much feeling you can hold after all.”
Oh, hedoesknow me, with a challenge like that—
I laugh wildly, only for it to turn into a moan as his mouth closes over one of my breasts, sucking the nipple between his teeth. It feels like the tips of my breasts are hard points, sensitivealmost to the point of pain as he flicks one with the edge of his nail while the other he scrapes with his teeth.
This time I buck over him, the feeling of him at my breasts like a line straight to my core, opening me further for him, and I wantmore.
And he gives it to me, beginning to move in earnest at last.
I thought he was as deep as he could go, before, but now it feels almost like he swells inside me, the feel of him pressing against all of my walls as he strokes inside me, slowly, inexorably, like we have always been moving toward this moment.
I try to move faster but Zan grips my hips and makes mefeelhim, just like this, at his speed; lets the moment build between us and build and build.
