I could only nod, my mouth suddenly dry as I took in the sight of him. He might not have been a human, but he was definitely all male and an attractive one at that. “Acceptable and desirable,” I managed.
Rygnar began the mating ritual then, his movements fluid and deliberate. He circled me slowly, his tail brushing against my legs as he went. His hands never left my body, tracing patterns on my skin that seemed to tell a story without words.
My nipples tightened with the pleasant throb of desire along with my clit. I stood perfectly still enthralled by his touch and the reverence he showed me.
He circled me a few times then stopped before me, continuing his caresses. I nearly swooned when his hands found my breasts and he flicked his thumbs back and forth over my taut peaks.
I dared to meet his gaze to let him know my pleasure in his touch. It clearly pleased him.
While I knew that Mesaarkans often took their mates from behind, I was pleased when Rygnar lowered me to his bed on my back. Then he started again at the top of my head, stroking my hair, dragging his fingers lightly over my flesh. He stroked me in light caresses from my face, my shoulders, my breasts, and the whole way to my feet.
When he finally positioned himself at the end of the bed, I was trembling with anticipation. He parted my legs and lowered his mouth to my pussy.
As he dragged his tongue up through my channel and over my clit, I gasped. But he didn’t linger. He stood and lowered himself over me, positioning his hips between my thighs.
“Tell me if anything is too much,” he said when his cock was lined up in my opening.
I nodded, staring into his eyes as he entered me with a single, smooth thrust. He watched my face as thoughmemorizing every expression. When he fully seated inside me, we both stilled, overwhelmed by the sensation.
“Okay?” he managed, his voice strained.
“Yes,” I breathed. I was more than okay.
The sensation was exquisite—a perfect balance of pleasure and pressure that sent sparks dancing behind my eyes. As Rygnar's ridged anatomy dragged against my inner walls with each withdrawal, making me cry out with pleasure.
We found our rhythm together, building slowly. Rygnar was attentive, adjusting his angle when I gasped, slowing when I needed to catch my breath, murmuring endearments in his native tongue that I didn't need to understand to feel.
Our coupling was a dance of differences and similarities—the texture of scales against my smooth skin, his alien rhythm finding perfect harmony with my human responses. My fingers dug into his back as my orgasm built, coiling tight in my belly before releasing in a blinding rush of ecstasy.
As I cried out my release, Rygnar followed me over the edge with a guttural cry. His body shuddered against mine as his climax erupted, a hot, pulsing flood that filled my depths. Something shifted then—a swelling at the base of his shaft that locked us together, intimate and inescapable.
Rygnar immediately shifted his weight, supporting himself on his forearms so he wouldn't crush me, his face buried in my neck. “Lina,” he panted. “Are you—is this—all right?”
Rygnar immediately shifted his weight, supporting himself on his forearms so he wouldn't crush me, his face buried in my neck. "Lina," he panted. "Are you—is this—"
“I'm good,” I assured him, running her fingers over the ridges along his head. “Really good. Never better.”
He lifted his head to look at me, and I saw wonder in his eyes. "You are extraordinary, meora.”
“So are you.” I kissed him softly, then again, deeper. “How long did you say we'd be like this?”
“Perhaps thirty minutes. Maybe less, since this is our first time.” His thumb traced my cheekbone. “I am sorry if it's uncomfortable.”
“It's not,” I interrupted. “It's intimate. I like it. I like being close to you like this.”
I was content to have him in my arms for as long as it took.
We lay tangled together afterward, our breathing slowly returning to normal as his knot gradually diminished.
When he finally withdrew from me, I felt a moment of emptiness before Rygnar gathered me into his arms. His scales were warm, saturated with our combined body heat.
“I am yours, always,” he murmured in his native tongue, though I understood the meaning perfectly. I smiled,
When we lay back together, naked in each other’s arms, I knew for the first time in possibly years, I was profoundly happy
The mountain hummed around us, patient and warm.
I closed my eyes, anchored by the weight of him, and let the world narrow to this one moment we had chosen before it could be taken.
