I brace my hands on his shoulders, the muscles beneath my palms solid as stone. My thighs tremble with the effort of keeping myself open to him. His fingers trace lazy circles, teasing, barely grazing where I need him most. When he finally slips two fingers into me a low whine escapes me and my inner walls clench, desperate to draw his hand deeper.
He slowly draws his fingers in and out, occasionally using his thumb to brush against my clit. I feel myself winding tighter and tighter until I’m rocking my hips against his hand trying to find release.
“Please,” I whimper. “I need?—”
“What do you need, little witch?”
I gasp, rocking harder against him. “More.”
“Then take it.”
I let out a whine, tossing my head back as he adds a third finger, stretching me, the pressure making my thighs tremble. My back arches involuntarily as his knuckles press deeper, fingers curling against my inner walls.
“You’re doing so good,” he tells me, and my vision blurs at the edges.
He leans in again and takes my nipple in his mouth, as he fucks me hard and fast with his hand. I let out a sob, trembling as spasms of pleasure course through my entire body.
“That’s right, witch. You’re doing so well. Come hard for me.”
Oh Gods. His words set fire to something deep inside me, and I come undone completely, my body convulsing as pleasure tears through me. Tears spring to my eyes as I surrender to the intensity, the release so powerful it borders on pain.
I shake and gasp through the waves of orgasm for longer than I expect to. Finally, the contractions slow down and I pant hoarsely, bracing myself against Fox’s shoulders. My entire body is slick with sweat and the wetness dripping down my thighs.
“Good Gods,” I breathe, as I collapse boneless with pleasure, burying my face against Fox’s neck.
Fingers still buried in my heat, he gives me a few more gentle strokes before removing his hand and bringing it to his mouth, licking his fingers clean. “You came so perfectly.”
A tendril of pleasure curls in my stomach, and I practically glow as I push myself back to standing and look at him. “You’re suddenly very talkative.”
He arches an eyebrow at me. “I suddenly have a lot to say.”
“Good, I like it.”
He makes a grumbling sound, and his brow furrows slightly. “Don’t get used to it.”
I start to answer, but it turns into a shriek as he lifts me again, one powerful arm around my waist. Despite my still trembling thighs, my legs instinctively wrap around him, though my small stature means they circle his stomach rather than his hips. Still, the effortless way he holds me, as if I weigh nothing at all, sends a different kind of thrill through my spent body.
I wrap my arms around his neck and trace my tongue along his throat before catching his earlobe between my teeth. A tremor runs through his body as a primal sound rumbles from deep in his chest.
He switches our positions, so he’s sitting on the bed, his wings laid out behind him, and I settle onto his lap, his hard cock trapped between our bodies. His hands slide down my back, his palms warm against the sensitive skin beneath my wings, before coming to rest on the curve of my ass.
His gaze flickers past me to where my wings shimmer in the dim light and something shifts in his expression—hunger mixed with reverence. The way he’s looking at me stirs something reckless deep inside me.
I move my hands along his shoulders, intentionally letting my fingers brush along the base of both his wings. I trace my fingertips along the sensitive juncture where feathers give way to smooth skin. His breath catches, but he doesn’t push my hands away. The heat in his gaze flares molten hot.
Neither of us says anything about it. We both know having our wings out like this when we’re not soul-bonded is taboo, but until this moment I never realized I would like it. I think he likes it too.
He slides his hands around to my hips, his fingertips pressing into my flesh with gentle urgency. The pressure guides me upward until I’m hovering above him, my thighs trembling slightly with anticipation. “Go slow,” he whispers, his voice a ragged breath against my collarbone. His eyes lock with mine, pupils blown wide with desire as a bead of sweat traces the sharp line of his jaw.
I lower myself slowly until the head of his cock nudges against my entrance, hot and insistent. The first inch stretches me deliciously, sending sparks of pleasure-pain up my spine. I sink down further, my thighs trembling with the effort ofrestraint, and gasp at the overwhelming fullness. My body resists, clenching around his thick length, and I have to stop before I’m even halfway seated, my breath coming in shallow pants against his neck.
His fingertips circle the sensitive bundle of nerves between my thighs, sending electric pulses through my core. “That’s it,” he whispers, “You’re doing so well.”
I shiver, my spine arching like a drawn bow as his thumb works those insistent circles. His icy eyes lock onto mine, refusing to break away even as my mouth falls open, soundless. The stretch and fullness bloom through me, stealing my breath, until finally the resistance melts away and I feel the press of his hipbones against the tender flesh of my inner thighs, the impossible fullness stretching me from within.
I lift my hips again, drawing him almost all the way out again before sinking back down.
Fox moans, eyes fixed on his cock disappearing and reappearing inside me. “You’re so tight. So, so good.”
