We were doing it this way.
Straddling his thighs, I shuffled close enough to feel his cock underneath me, hard and ready.
He held my hips, grip so tight the tips of his claws broke the skin as he coaxed me into position.
I gasped at the bite of pain, but instead of shying away, I leant into it, relishing the way my body came alive under his touch.
Grabbing his length, I closed my eyes, and ever so slowly sank down.
Goddess, help me.
I felt every hard inch of him as he filled me up. I drew my bottom lip between my teeth, breathing deep through the burn as I struggled to accommodate him. Had it always been like this?
My memories of our time together had faded over the years, pushed to the back of my mind in an effort to move forward.
But this intensity wasn’t something I’d ever forget.
How could I when he filled me so completely, consumed my every thought, every breath filled with the scent of him? “Rys,” I gasped, desperately searching for something to grab onto as it threatened to overwhelm me.
Dark eyes met mine, and time stood still. The unexpected gentleness I saw there calmed my racing heart. Strong hands found their way into my hair, claws a soft scrape across my scalp this time as he drew me close enough to brush his lips against mine.
“You are everything,” he whispered, kissing me again. Soft, reverent. “Every fucking thing I’ve always wanted.”
His next kiss was deeper, tongue sweeping out to tease mine, and I groaned, sinking into it.
When I started to move, his hands found my hips again, urging me on.
I might not have understood my role in completing our bond, but I knew this part. Knew how to roll my hips and draw breathy moans out of him, push him to the edge so his claws sank into my skin, making me cry out as pain-edged pleasure coursed through me.
Between one moment and the next he flipped us, a laugh bursting out as I suddenly found myself on my back. It faded as fast as it appeared when he looked down at me.
I’d never had anyone look at me like that. Full of want and need and a fierce possessiveness that made my pulse race.
Yes.
I wanted this.
Wanted him to let go and unleash the wildness he held inside.
I wrapped my legs around his back as he stared down at me, silently urging him to take what he needed.
“Let go,” I whispered.
I won’t break.
Digging my nails into his back, I tipped my head back into the pillows, baring my throat in an invitation I knew he couldn’t resist.
With a feral snarl, he pushed back inside me, taking me apart with thrust after thrust until pleasure built at the base of my spine, spreading out in an ever-growing wave. I clung to him, wanting to crest that wave and yet never wanting it to end.
Sliding his hands under my shoulders, he held me in place, fucking me with an intensity that I almost couldn’t handle.
But then he reared back, eyes as wild and dark as I’d ever seen them.
And I knew.
This was it.
I closed my eyes as his fangs pierced my skin. Cried out as he bit down and thrust inside me at the same time. My orgasm hit hard, and I arched into him, hanging on for dear life as white-hot pleasure flooded my body.
