Then his fingers plunge inside me.
I cry out against his palm as two thick digits stretch me wide, curling inside with devastating precision to find some secret spot that has me blooming for him.
Fear and desire war in my blood, combining to form a new element, a hot and heady mixture.
And yet my traitorous body responds. The wet sounds of my arousal echo in the cavern. My hips grind wantonly against his hand. Pressure builds in my core, threatening to burst out of my body like the air that is trapped in my lungs.
Stars bloom in my vision.
Just as darkness threatens to take me, the orgasm hits—violent and overwhelming, splintering my fear into oblivion. I scream into his palm. Ifight.I survive.
When I come back to my body from somewhere out in the stratosphere, I see the darkness of the cave isn’t truly black at all—it’s a thousand shifting shades of grey. I feel every contour of the stone floor against my skin. The air flows over my body, brushing against every fine hair, carrying with it the rich scentof the cave and the snow and pine scent of the Yeti’s primal musk, mingled with my own heated arousal.
What I first mistook for sensory deprivation is, in fact, an overwhelming cascade of input. With a sudden burst of understanding, I wrench his hand away and gulp down a deep, sweet lungful of air. Sitting up, my chest heaving, I feel a grin stretch across my face, wild and unrestrained.
“I didn’t just survive,” I whisper, understanding coloring my voice with awe. “I came back. For this. Forme.”
He’s watching me. Silver eyes glowing. Proud. Hungry.
I launch myself at him.
He catches me and rolls to his back, pulling me atop him. My slick pussy glides up every ridge and dip of his stomach. He grabs my hips, positions me over his mouth, anddevoursme. I grind down into his face, hands tangled in his thick white hair as I hold on for dear life.
His growl vibrates through my core, reverberating into my belly. Wet heat, teeth, lips—he’s merciless. I groan, as his mouth covers everything, lips, clit, ass, like he’s claiming territory. His tongue spears inside me, and I ride his mouth shamelessly. His tongue is huge, bigger even than when he filled me with two of his fingers.
I lift and drop my hips, fucking his tongue, gasping as it snakes ever deeper, until the tip is caressing some undiscovered spot inside of me. My hardened clit brushes against his sharp teeth, and I break. It’s loud. Messy. Raw.
He doesn’t stop.
Even after I go still, he caresses my walls with his tongue until finally he slowly retreats to lick at me lazily, like he can’t help himself. Like he needs every last drop.
“Please,” I pant. “Let me touch you.”
He lifts me gently, setting me on shaky feet.
“There is nothing I would love more,” he murmurs. “But this was just for you.”
With a smile, he pulls me gently by the hand. I try to keep up, but even with my sharpened senses, my smaller strides are no match for his sure and steady pace across the uneven cavern floor.
Noticing this, he scoops me into his arms once more, holding me close against his hot, velvety skin. I melt into him with a small, contented sigh. We pass the glowing pool and wind our way back through the tunnels until the firelight returns, flickering golden and familiar against the stone walls.
The warm embrace of arriving home surrounds me, and my cheeks ache with a smile that splits my face. But it quickly falls as I realize, this is only home fornow. Not for long, just for now. A small slice of a temporary paradise.
He sets me down beside the hearth and hands me a cool jug of water. I drink greedily, only now realizing how thirsty I am. Then he offers a small basket filled with dried fruits, seeds, and nuts.
I eat slowly, watching him move around the cave. He tends to the fire, turns my boots near the flames, folds my now-dry clothes with surprising care.
Watching him in this oddly gentle and domestic scene has a dangerous ache blooming in my chest. The kind that saysstay.Make this your forever home.
My body will be ready to leave soon. My clothes will be dry, and so will my boots. I can pick up the trail, head back to Migdhari, and keep chasing theSilene vitalis.
But the thought of leaving him feels… unbearable.
Despite the short amount of time we’ve shared, he sees me. All of me. More clearly than Ben ever did. More honestly than I’ve seen myself in years.
I lie down in the mountain of furs, full and warm and content in a way I didn’t know I needed. The Migoi hums low under his breath as he tidies, something ancient and rhythmicin the sound. The softly crackling fire mixes with it to make the perfect, relaxing background soundtrack.
He returns to my side, lowering himself behind me where he curls his massive body around mine like a living shield. His heat seeps into my skin as his breath ghosts over the back of my neck.
