"I'll tell you."
"If it's too much—"
"Ralvar." She reached up, cupped his face in both hands. "I trust you. Nowplease."
He pressed forward.
The broad head of him breached her in one slow, inexorable push. The first ridge caught just inside her entrance, the raised band of flesh dragging against her as he sank in another inch. She sucked in a sharp breath, fingers digging into his jaw, feeling the hard line of his tusks under her palms.
Even with his preparation, even with her body relaxed and open and wanting, the stretch was intense. He was so much thicker than his fingers. So muchmore.
“Fuck,” he hissed through clenched teeth. His forearms braced on either side of her head, muscles corded, every line of him taut with restraint. “So tight. So fucking perfect.”
Another ridge slipped past her entrance, and her inner walls fluttered wildly around it, trying to grip, trying to adjust. Shewhimpered, hips twitching upward on instinct even as her thighs shook around his waist. The stretch burned now, but it was laced with heat, with the strange, addictive drag of those ridges catching and releasing against her fluttering cunt. Every tiny shift of his hips sent sparks racing up her spine.
“Breathe,” he murmured, forehead dropping to rest against hers. His breath was hot, ragged. “Breathe for me.”
She tried. Short, shaky inhales that turned into soft, broken moans every time he sank deeper. Halfway in, he paused, giving her a moment to feel the impossible fullness, the way her body was forced to open around him.
Her nails scored lightly down his neck. “More,” she whispered, voice trembling. “Don’t stop.”
A low growl rumbled in his chest. He rocked forward again, another ridge popping past her entrance with a slick glide that made her gasp and arch. Her cunt clenched hard around him in response, involuntary and desperate, and he groaned like the sound had been punched out of him.
“Gods, do that again,” he rasped.
She couldn’t help it. The next clench came on its own, her walls rippling around the thick length buried inside her. He shuddered above her, hips jerking once, driving him deeper still.
The last few inches sank in with a slow, burning stretch that bordered on too much. She was so full she could feel her own pulse throbbing around him, every ridge seated perfectly, every inch of him locked inside her.
He stilled completely, chest heaving, letting her adjust. One massive hand slid down to cup the generous curve of her hip, thumb stroking soothing arcs over her skin. The other cradled the back of her head, fingers threaded through her hair.
"Are you—" His voice was wrecked. "Is this—"
"Yes." The word came out fierce. "Yes. Move. Please, Ralvar,move."
He started slow—agonizingly slow.
A shallow withdrawal that let every ridge drag in reverse, each firm band catching and tugging at her inner walls like it was trying to pull her soul out with it. Then he pressed back in, just as measured, letting her feel the broad head open her again, followed by that first pronounced ridge popping past her entrance with a slick glide that made her gasp.
Delia’s nails scored lightly down his back. “Ralvar—”
"Look at you," he growled, and his voice was barely recognizable. "Taking all of me. Your body was made for this. Made for me."
He angled his hips slightly on the next thrust, and one of the middle ridges caught perfectly against that swollen spot inside her.
Her whole body jerked, a sharp cry punching out of her.
“There?” he growled, repeating the motion. “Right there?”
“Yes—fuck—yes—”
He locked into that angle, stroking that exact place with every deep grind. Pleasure stacked fast—too fastafter the last orgasm—but her body didn’t care. It chased the feeling, hips rocking up to meet him, soft thighs trembling around his waist.
Then he lowered his head and dragged one tusk along the side of her neck with just enough pressure to make her skin prickle and her breath stutter. The contrast was devastating: the hot slide of his ridged cock inside her, stretching and stroking, and the cool, hard glide of his tusk against her throat like a promise of danger held in perfect check.
She whimpered, head tipping back to give him more access.
He took it.
