“You’re beautiful,” she said, echoing his earlier words as her eyes traveled over him.
He didn’t feel beautiful. He felt powerful and dangerous and ancient, a creature made of storms and memory, but when she looked at him like that he felt a new sensation, one that had nothing to do with the mating urge and everything to do with the way she saw him.
Her hands moved lower, hesitating just above his cock, which was fully erect and throbbing with need.
“So good,” she murmured, smiling up at him, and he knew she was remembering the first time he had hardened against her. “Is it okay?” she added, her fingers hovering. “If I touch you?”
“Please,” he managed, the word barely audible.
She wrapped her hand around him, and his whole body shuddered. Her touch was tentative at first, then more confident as she stroked him from base to tip, her fingers exploring the thick ridges lining the underside of his cock and the blunt head that was already slick with fluid.
“You feel… different,” she said, her voice husky. “But not in a bad way.”
He could barely form words. The pleasure threatened to overwhelm him, sending sparks of light streaking across his vision. He forced himself to stay still, to let her explore, though every muscle in his body screamed at him to move, to claim, to bury himself in her welcoming heat.
“This part,” she said, running a finger along the ridges, “is this for…”
“Yes,” he gasped, understanding her unspoken question. “For your pleasure.”
Her eyes darkened with unmistakable desire and his patience started to fray. He rolled her over on her back, spreading her thighs with careful hands. Her sex glistened in the soft light, pink and wet and so enticing he could barely breathe. He leaned down, inhaling her scent, and her hands came to rest on his shoulders.
“Rhyx, what—oh!”
His tongue replaced his fingers, stroking her with long, deliberate licks. She tasted of salt and sweetness and he was immediately addicted. He explored every fold and crevice as her hips bucked against his face and her hands fisted in his hair.
When he finally focused on the small, swollen bud at the top of her sex, she cried out, her body tightening beneath him. He circled it with his tongue, feeling it pulse against him, and when he closed his lips around it and sucked gently, she shattered.
Her body convulsed, her back arching off the ground as pleasure took her. He watched her face through it all, memorizing the way her eyes closed and her mouth opened on a silent cry, the way her cheeks flushed and her body trembled.
It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
As she drifted back down, her eyes opened and found his. They were still glazed with pleasure, but there was something else there too—anticipation, invitation.
“Rhyx,” she whispered, opening her arms to him. “Please.”
He moved over her, bracing his weight on his arms so he wouldn’t crush her. His cock nudged against her entrance, and he watched her face carefully, wanting to see her reaction to his invasion. Slowly, carefully, he pushed forward, groaning as the head of his cock was enveloped in tight, wet heat.
“God, you feel huge,” she gasped, but there was no fear in her voice, only pleasure.
He paused, giving her time to adjust, but she wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him deeper, taking him into her body inch by glorious inch. When he was fully seated, when he could feel her inner muscles gripping him, he almost lost control then and there.
“Move,” she begged, and he obeyed.
He started slowly, long, deep strokes that made her gasp with each thrust. The ridges along his cock rubbed against her inner walls, designed to stimulate her with every movement, and he watched with satisfaction as her pleasure built again, her face flushed and her breathing ragged.
“You’re so deep,” she moaned. “So perfect.”
“Alina.” He increased his pace, driven by the mating urge that now roared through him like a sandstorm. “My Alina.”
“Yours,” she agreed, her nails digging into his shoulders as she met him thrust for thrust. “Rhyx, I’m—oh god, I’m going to?—”
Her climax took her again, and this time he let himself follow her over the edge. His vision went white as his body tensed, his cock swelling inside her as he released in powerful pulses, marking her as his in the most primal way possible.
He was lost in the pleasure, in the rightness of this moment, in the connection that seemed to bind their souls together. Then slowly, the world came back into focus, and he realized he was crushing her beneath his much larger frame.
He rolled onto his side, taking her with him so she was sprawled across his chest, her body still joined with his. Her head rested on his shoulder, and he could feel her heart beating against his, perfectly in sync.
“That was…” she started.
