“You can.” He sucked my clit into his mouth and pressed his fingers deep, and I shattered again. “Again.”
By the time he finally pulled back, I’d lost count. Three? Four? I was boneless, trembling, my entire body humming withsensation. He crawled up my body, kissing a path from my navel to my throat.
“I need to taste you,” I managed.
“Later.” He shed his clothes, and I watched through heavy-lidded eyes. Lean muscle. Gray skin marked with scars. Those black sigils tracing patterns across his chest and arms, dark against gray. And his cock, already hard, that impossible Vinduthi anatomy I remembered from the farmhouse. Thick. Broad triangular head. Soft flanges along the shaft that had driven me insane.
“I want you inside me.”
“Are you sure you’re ready?”
I reached for him. Wrapped my hand around his length and stroked, feeling the flanges flex under my palm. He groaned, his whole body shuddering.
“I’m ready.”
He positioned himself at my entrance. The broad head pressed against me, and even soaked and wanting, the stretch was intense. He pushed in slowly, inch by devastating inch, each ridge catching and dragging against my walls.
“So tight,” he breathed. “So perfect.”
I couldn’t answer. Could only feel him filling me, stretching me, claiming me even without the bite. When he bottomed out, when I’d taken all of him, we both stopped breathing.
“Move,” I demanded. “Please, Kallum, move.”
He did. Long, deep strokes that had me seeing stars. Each withdrawal dragged those flanges against places that made me clench around him. Each thrust seated him impossibly deep.
“Yes,” I gasped, nails raking down his back. “Yes, like that, don’t stop...”
He shifted angles, hooked my leg over his hip, and suddenly he was hitting something new. Something that made me scream.I came again, harder than before, my body clenching around him in waves.
“That’s it,” he growled. “Give me everything.”
Before I could recover, he shifted, hands gripping my hips, and pulled me up over him, settling me on top. The new angle drove him even deeper.
“Ride me,” he said. “Take what you need.”
I braced my hands on his chest and moved. Slow at first, finding the rhythm, feeling those flanges drag against my walls from a new direction. His hands gripped my hips, guiding but not controlling. Letting me set the pace.
“God, you feel...” I couldn’t finish. Each time I sank down, he hit that spot deep inside that made my vision blur.
“I know.” His thumb found my clit, circling as I moved. “I can see it on your face. Every time I go deep.”
I rode him harder. Faster. Chasing the building pressure in my core. His eyes never left mine, dark and hungry, watching me fall apart above him.
The orgasm crashed through me, sudden and devastating. I cried out, my rhythm stuttering, my whole body clenching around him. He fucked up into me, prolonging it, drawing sounds from my throat I didn’t recognize.
Before the aftershocks faded, he pulled out and flipped me.
“Turn over.”
I did. Hands and knees, trembling, barely able to hold myself up. He entered me again from behind, and the angle was different. Deeper. Fuller. Those flanges hitting new places, creating new patterns of sensation.
One hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head back. The other slipped between my legs, finding my clit. The dual stimulation was too much. I was going to die. I was going to come apart and never reassemble.
“Kallum, please...”
“Please what?”
“I need...” I couldn’t form words. Could only feel. His cock driving into me, his fingers on my clit, his breath hot against my ear. “I need you to...”
