"I want to." She braced herself on his chest, feeling the hard slabs of muscle jump and flex beneath her palms, the bandage a faint reminder of his wound. "I want this. I want to feel all of you."
She sank lower.
Another inch. Then another. Her body yielded in slow, reluctant increments, stretching around the impossible girth.Each ridge popped past her rim one by one, stroking her inner walls in long, devastating passes. The fullness was overwhelming. She felt split open, impaled, completely possessed—and gods, she loved it.
She felt powerful.
"Look at you," Ralvar breathed. "Taking me. All of me. So brave. So perfect. So—" His words cracked as she took the final inch, settling fully onto him with a soft, wet sound. The base pressed flush against her clit; every ridge was buried deep, throbbing in time with his pulse. "Mine."
Delia's head fell back. "Full. So full."
"Too much?"
"No." She rolled her hips in a slow, experimental circle, feeling the ridges shift and drag inside her in every direction at once, and they both gasped. Pleasure sparked bright and sharp along her spine. "Not enough."
His laugh was half a groan. "Greedy. Mykrennais greedy."
"Is that—is that bad?"
"It iseverything." His grip tightened on her hips, not guiding, just grounding. "Move. Please. Before I embarrass myself."
She lifted herself slowly, feeling every ridge drag out in reverse, each one tugging reluctant whimpers from her lips, and then sank back down, letting gravity and her own hunger drive him deep again. The wet slap of their bodies meeting echoed softly in the room; the furs shifted beneath his back, cradling them both.
She found a rhythm. Slow at first, careful of her ankle, of his wound, of her own body still learning what it meant to take rather than be taken. But the pleasure built anyway, coiling tight in her belly, spreading through her limbs like honey dissolving in hot water.
And he watched her.
That was the part that undid her more than anything else. He watched her with suchhunger. Such reverence. He tracked the bounce of her breasts, the jiggle of her belly, the spread of her thighs around his hips, and instead of the disgust she'd been taught to expect, she saw only desperate, devoted desire.
"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," he said hoarsely. His hands slid up from her hips, stroking over her stomach, cupping her breasts. "I want to spend the rest of my life beneath you."
"Ralvar—"
"I am serious." His thumbs found her nipples, circling, pressing. "Every day. Every night. However you want me. Whenever you want me. I amyours."
The pleasure crested.
Her cunt clamped down in frantic, rhythmic waves that milked him relentlessly. A raw cry tore from her throat; her hips bucked once, twice, grinding against the base.
Ralvar thrust up once, hips lifting off the furs as a guttural roar ripped from his throat. His cock throbbed inside her, ridges pulsing with each thick, hot spurt that flooded her. He came hard, pulse after pulse, filling her until she felt the warmthoverflow, dripping down his shaft and soaking the pelts beneath them. His hips jerked in short, grinding rocks, drawing out every last drop while she trembled through the aftershocks.
She collapsed forward onto his chest, both of them gasping, slick and spent. His arms wrapped around her immediately—careful of his ribs—holding her close as his cock twitched weakly inside her, still buried to the hilt.
For a long minute there was only their breathing, harsh and uneven, and the faint crackle of the lamp.
Then Ralvar pressed a slow kiss to her temple, one tusk grazing her hairline.
"I didn't hurt you?" she murmured against his skin.
His laugh was a rumble beneath her ear. "You could have stabbed me through the heart and I wouldn't have noticed."
"That's not reassuring."
"It's honest." His hand stroked up her spine, slow and soothing. "I have thought of nothing but this since I left you. Nothing but having you again. Feeling you around me. Hearing you say my name when you peak."
Delia turned her face into his neck, breathing him in.
"Thessaly told me you announced me to your officers," she said quietly. "Called me yourkrennain front of everyone."
