Being in his arms was the only truth that mattered.
Rygnar
What followed was a careful unraveling of restraint. Each movement was deliberate, measured, and answered in kind. Trust given. Trust returned.
When I lifted her, I was mindful of my strength. Every touch was controlled, every contact chosen. She met me with equal intent, mapping the lines of me as I had shown her before.
When we finally joined, it was with a completeness that stilled something deeper than instinct.
Facing each other, we removed our clothes and then came together. Lina’s breath hitched as I traced the delicate curve of her collarbone. Our eyes met and her pupils were dilated mirroring to hunger in my own.
Lina reached up to caress my cheek with her fingers, and I shivered with the pleasure of her touch. I lifted her against my chest, delighting in the feel of her smooth skin and her breasts against me.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and legs around my waist, murmuring my name as an endearment just before our lips came together.
Lina
A low rumble vibrated through his chest—a sound of pleasure that I felt as well as heard. His lips, almost human-like were soft against mine. A little moan rose in my throat as the kiss deepened and I melted against him. The sensation was unlike any human kiss—more intense, more primal.
Rygnar lowered us to his pallet, and we lay facing each other, kissing and stroking, in tender exploration. Soon I felt the hard length of his cock extruded against my leg.
He gently turned me on my back, crouching over me on his hands and knees. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but I trusted him completely. He dragged his mouth over my body, kissing and tasting my skin. He lingered at my breasts until my clit throbbed and my inner walls clenched.
As he moved over me, I caressed his head, neck, and shoulders. Despite our differences, Rygnar seemed to know the most delightful ways to pleasure me. I trembled with anticipation as he moved lower until his face was between my thighs.
I was fully aroused when he drew his tongue over my opening and over my clit. I sobbed Rygnar’s name as the first wave of my orgasm shuddered through my body.
I loved that he seemed to know when I’d had enough and rested his head against my belly. After a brief respite, Rygnar rose and lifted me. As he turned me over, I knew he wanted to take me from behind.
“Is this acceptable?” he asked quietly.
“Yes.” I didn’t hesitate even though it was new for me. I presented myself on my forearms and knees. The mattressrippled as he moved to line his cock with my entrance. My breath caught, and I moaned with intense pleasure as he filled me.
“Oh, yes!”
Rygnar gripped my hips and started to move, slowly at first, then harder and faster. From that angle nearly every thrust hit that most sensitive spot deep inside that made our joining pure delight.
The sounds of our bodies slapping together and vocal pleasure echoed through the small rooms. I came two or three times before Rygnar turned me on to my back, barely leaving my body.
“I didn’t want to knot you from behind.” He rasped as he lay over me and filled me with his seed.
“I’m glad.” I wrapped him in my arms and held him, running my hands over the scales on his back as he came. Then the swelling filled me to the limit, and I sighed, enjoying this part.
The world narrowed to breath, to touch, to the steady presence of him. Nothing hurried. Nothing forced. Every moment felt chosen.
Afterward, we lay together, the storm reduced to a distant rhythm against the mountain.
His arms remained around me—not urgent, not possessive. Steady.
He lifted my hand, turning my wrist with surprising care. His breath brushed against the inside, where my pulse still fluttered.
Then he aligned our palms, pressing them together with quiet precision.
I blinked up at him. “What are you doing?”
“A Mesaarkan ritual,” he said softly. “After joining, we share pulse and breath.”
He rested his forehead against mine. “And stillness.”
