He brought my hand with the knife over to his back.
“Right here.” He pressed the tip of the blade to his skin. “Under my shoulder blade on the left where I’d be least likely to reach and pull it out myself. Stab it here and leave it in the wound. Don’t pull it out?—”
“I’m not stabbing you.” I yanked my hand with the knife from him, but he wouldn’t let me drop it.
“If it gets too much. If I’m hurting you and I can’t stop.You’llhave to stop me. Do you understand?”
“You want me to hurt you back?” I repeated, stunned by the thought.
“Yes.” With that word, he opened my thighs and yanked me close to his mouth.
Whatever I was going to say next died on my tongue, replaced by a moan. He dipped his tongue inside me, then swirled it around my clit, sucking and lapping like he couldn’t get enough of me.
I rose on my elbows. My hips shifted a little, and he growled like a dog with a bone. The vibration of the sound reverberated through my lower belly with a wave of arousal, sending me back into the pillows.
He kissed up my belly, nibbled on my breast, licked my nipple, like he wanted to do all of it at once.
“Fuck…” he groaned, rising over me on his elbows. “I need you, my sweet.”
The thick head of his cock pressed against my opening, and something in his expression changed. His blue eye darkened. The red one burned brightly, its vertical pupil narrowing into a hair-like slit. With a strangled groan, he pushed into me.
Soaking wet, and more than ready, I still hissed a breath at the stretch of his cock. I remembered the ridges along its length that I had sensed through the fabric of his skirt before. Now I felt all those ridges slipping inside me, tugging at the edge of my opening and pressing against my most sensitive spot on their way in.
“Oh God…” I breathed out, overwhelmed by the sensation of intense pressure combined with a new kind of pleasure rippling through me.
Timur growled like a real beast, thrusting into me so hard, he shifted me up the bed. A gasp lodged in my throat. His invasion was absolute. I felt stretched to the limit, spread open, and laid bare. His ribbed cock felt amazing inside me. He tilted his hips at the angle that brought his hard abs down on my clit.
“Yesss,” I hissed. “Oh, yes.”
He thrust again and again in a relentless, punishing rhythm. And I rode it with him, clinging to his arms.
His tail lashed. It hit the stone floor, then knocked down the silk screen with a crash. Neither of us paid it any attention. My arousal spiked, then crested. My orgasm crashed into me like a storm, blurring my vision and rocking my body with bliss.
He came with a body-shuddering roar, slamming into me and pushing me into the mattress. The wild thrusts stopped, letting me catch a breath for a moment. He bent his head over me, his long hair draping like a dark, silky curtain on one side. The scent of sun, summer, and field flowers drifted through the air as his release filled me.
“You smell so good,” I murmured, looking forward to those sweet, soft moments that come after even the wildest sex when the two people truly care about each other.
But those moments never came.
His cock never softened inside me. The tension never drained from his body. His muscles remained stone-hard. And the wild need only burned brighter in his expression. He rose on one knee, gripped my hips tightly, and thrust again.
He fucked me hard, with brutal determination, as if chasing something he couldn’t catch. The knife had long dropped out of my fingers. I struggled to get hold of something…anything to ground myself. With my back arched, my head tossed back, the world spun around me.
“Timur!” I called to him, but he seemed to be lost to the animalistic need that consumed him. “Look at me.”
I rose on my elbows, trying to catch his gaze. But with him raised on his left knee, his head was too high for me to reach. And he was not seeing me. He looked right through me.
He bared his fangs in a growl, coming again. His seed filled me, then spilled out of me, running down my thighs in a warm trickle. The pleasant, sweet scent grew stronger.
I didn’t know where my knife went, but I wasn’t going to search for it. I didn’t want to hurt or even stop Timur. I just needed him to hear and understand me.
I feared his second orgasm didn’t mean he was done. He dropped his head down for a moment, waiting for the shudders of his climax to subside. His cock softened a little, but his grip on my hips didn’t loosen at all.
He stood on his left knee, with his right leg stretched out behind him. I believed he didn’t have much control over that leg, with very little mobility left in it if any. Using the moment, I twisted to one side, sat up, and shoved my hands against his chest, pushing him sideways.
“Listen to me!” I demanded.
He swayed, his arms flailing. His wings snapped open, too late to help him regain the balance. He fell on his side. His wings closed and disappeared, melting into his spine again. Straddling his hips, I rolled him onto his back, then cradled his face in my palms.
