He didn’t seem to be denying much to himself now, sliding a hand under my towel. Anticipation skittered through my body with light shivers. He’d touched me before, mostly for the pleasure of others, but I had always enjoyed it.
Now that we were alone, desire flared through me easily. With Timur, arousal had become comfortingly familiar. There was no fear, no apprehension, just joy.
He kissed down my neck, tasting my skin. His claws skimmed around my back under the towel. Pleasure rippled through my belly in their wake. His left hand gripped my shoulder, keeping me in place as he kissed along my collarbone, then down my chest to the swells of my breasts.
I moaned, straddling his thighs, and rocked my pelvis against him in search of the familiar bulge of his cock.
“Sweetheart…” he groaned, gripping my hips.
I reached for the closure of his skirt but stopped short from opening it.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, as he tensed under me.
“If I don’t stop now, I won’t be able to stop later.”
His erection jerked, reaching up to me through his skirt. Its contact with my throbbing clit was too delicious to ignore.
“Why would you stop at all?” I moaned.
His grip on my hips tightened, his claws piercing my towel.
“Because I don’t know what would happen if I don’t stop. I don’t know how hard I’ll fuck you or for how long… I don’t know what it’ll do to you.”
I should’ve paid attention to his words. They should’ve alarmed me. But I’d already found that sweet spot of pressure while rubbing myself against the hard ridge of his shaft through his skirt. Need pulsed full force through my lower belly, making it hard to focus.
“But we’ve done this before.” I ran my hands up his chest, savoring the sensation of his warm skin and hard muscles underneath.
He’d touched me many times, always gently, always caring, and always giving me an amazing orgasm.
“Not like this.” He yanked on my towel, opening it.
The warm air inside the cave brushed over my naked skin, pebbling my nipples. His right eye flared hot red. His claws closed around my breast with his hand underneath it. He lifted my breast, inspecting it like a fine jewel.
“I’ve never had you like this before,” he murmured. “All to myself, in a safe place where no one can stop me from doing whatever I want to you.”
His tongue flicked between his fangs, stroking my nipple. Desire zapped through me with a flash of heat. With his other arm tightly wrapped around my waist, he shifted me higher, bringing my breast to his mouth. He ran his tongue around the tip, then sucked the nipple between his lips.
I arched my back with a moan, curling my hands in his hair. Tearing his mouth away from my body, he looked up at me.
“I want it all, Elaine. Everything.”
“Then have it all. It’s all yours, anyway. I am yours, Timur.”
His wings unfurled, and he lifted into the air, taking me with him.
“Timur!” I squeaked, hugging his neck as the world around me lurched with our flight.
With a yank at his waistband, his skirt opened. The dark material fluttered to the rug on the floor. He ran his fingers up my thigh then under my butt cheek, slipping the tips between my legs in search of my opening.
My head was spinning, and I wasn’t sure if the dizzying sensation was from the flight or from my intense desire.
Timur lowered me onto the bed. Leaning over me, he drew one of the knives strapped to his thigh.
“What are you doing?” I asked carefully, watching the golden glow of the cave catch in the dark blade with red sparkles.
He pressed the handle of the knife into my hand, then curled my fingers around it for me. “Take this. If it gets too much, use it.”
“What are you saying?”
