When it fell away, he made a sound low in his throat that sent heat pooling between my legs. His mouth replaced his hand, tongue circling my nipple while his thumb brushed over the other one. I gasped, threading my fingers through the fur at his neck, holding him to me.
His jeans rubbed against my legs, the rough fabric a contrast to the softness of his fur. I reached between us, fumbling with his belt buckle.
“Let me,” he murmured, sitting back on his knees to unfasten it.
I watched, breathless, as he removed his jeans, leaving him in just boxer briefs that did little to conceal his arousal. I’d knownhe would be proportional to his size, but the reality was both intimidating and thrilling.
He noticed my expression and hesitated. “Is this too much?”
I shook my head, reaching for him. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
Relief softened his features as he settled beside me again, his large hand spanning my ribcage. “So are you.”
His fingers skimmed down my stomach, making the muscles there jump in anticipation. When he reached the edge of my underwear, he paused, seeking confirmation. I nodded, lifting my hips to help as he slid them down my legs.
I lay bare before him, vulnerable yet unafraid. His gaze was reverent, almost worshipful as he looked at me.
“I never thought…” he began, then shook his head. “I never dared hope for this.”
My heart squeezed. I sat up to kiss him, my hands moving to the waistband of his boxers. “I want to see all of you too.”
He obliged, removing the last barrier between us. I couldn’t help but stare—he was impressive in every way, his arousal heavy and hard. Any apprehension I might have felt was outweighed by desire.
“We’ll go slow,” he promised, reading my thoughts.
“I trust you,” I told him, and I meant it with my whole heart.
He lowered me back to the bed, his body a protective canopy over mine. His mouth found my neck, my collarbone, my breasts, traveling downward with unhurried determination. When his lips reached my stomach, my breathing quickened.
“May I?” he asked, his breath warm against my inner thigh.
I nodded, not trusting my voice. His large hands gently parted my legs, and then his mouth was on me, intimate and insistent. I gasped, clutching at the sheets as pleasure coursed through me. His tongue moved with deliberate precision, finding the spots that made me arch and moan.
My release built quickly under his attentions, tension coiling tighter until it broke in a wave that left me trembling. He stayed with me through it, easing me down with gentle licks before moving back up my body.
“You’re magnificent,” he murmured against my neck.
I kissed him deeply, tasting myself on his lips. My hand slid between us, wrapping around his hardness. He groaned, hips bucking involuntarily.
“I want you,” I whispered. “Inside me.”
He reached over to the bedside table, retrieving a condom from the drawer. I took it from him, tearing the wrapper and rolling it on him with hands that shook slightly from anticipation.
Rion positioned himself between my legs, propping himself up on his forearms to keep his weight off me. The tip of him pressed against my entrance, hot and insistent.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he said, his voice strained with the effort of control.
I nodded, wrapping my legs around his waist. He pushed forward slowly, inch by careful inch. There was pressure, a stretching fullness that bordered on discomfort before shifting into pleasure. I breathed through it, focusing on his face above me—the intensity in his eyes, the furrow of concentrationbetween his brows, the parted lips revealing the hint of sharp teeth.
When he was fully seated within me, we both stilled, adjusting to the sensation. He was trembling slightly with the effort of restraint.
“You feel incredible,” he said, his voice rough.
“So do you.” I rolled my hips experimentally, drawing a groan from both of us. “Move, Rion. Please.”
He began to thrust, slow and measured at first, watching my face for any sign of discomfort. But there was only pleasure, building with each stroke. I moved with him, finding our rhythm together.
His control began to slip as our pace increased, his thrusts growing more urgent. The sound of our breathing, punctuated by moans and whispered names, filled the room. His hand slipped between us, thumb circling where we were joined, and the added sensation pushed me towards a second peak.
