Mab's back arched off the bed, driving herself deeper onto his fingers, pressing her breast harder against his mouth. His tongue was hot and rough, circling the peaked flesh while his fingers curled inside her, and it was too much.
Too much to process, too much to contain, too much to do anything but let it happen.
The third peak didn't build. It crashed.
One moment she was gasping, her body strung tight between his mouth on her breast and his fingers buried deep inside her. The next, the wave slammed through her with a force that whited out her vision and locked every muscle in her body.
Her hands were in his hair, on his shoulders, scrabbling for purchase against skin that was furnace-hot beneath her fingers. His mouth released her nipple and his forehead pressed against her sternum, and she felt him groan against her skin as her body clenched and released around his fingers in spasms she couldn't control.
When it finally ebbed, she was boneless. Wrung out. Her thighs had fallen open, too weak to hold any position at all, and her hands had dropped to the bedding beside her hips. She couldn't feel her feet.
Varek withdrew his fingers slowly. The drag of them against her swollen flesh made her whimper, a sound she couldn't have stopped if she'd tried.
He brought his hand to his mouth and licked his fingers clean. His eyes stayed on her face while he did it, watching her watch him, and the sight of his tongue dragging over fingers that had just been inside her made something clench low in her belly despite the fact that she had nothing left to give.
"Sweet," he said. "Knew you would be."
He rose from his knees. The bed frame groaned as his weight left it. His hands went to the laces of his leathers. Mab pushed herself up on trembling arms to watch.
She had felt him in the great hall. Felt his hard length pressed against her while he ground her down onto his lap. But feeling it through leather and linen was different from seeing it.
He was built like the rest of him. Massive. Thick enough that her fingers wouldn't meet if she wrapped her hand around him, long enough that the head of it reached past his navel whenhe stood straight. The shaft was ridged, raised bands of flesh spiraling from base to tip, and the skin was darker than the rest of him, flushed deep green.
She sucked in air. "That's not going to fit," she said flatly.
His hand wrapped around himself, stroking once from base to tip, spreading the wetness that had gathered there.
"It will." His voice was certain. "That's why you're dripping down your thighs right now."
Mab looked down. He was right. The evidence of what he'd done to her glistened on her inner thighs, soaking into the bedding beneath her.
"On your knees."
She hesitated. "My knees?"
"First time, I want you on your hands and knees." Varek's hand was still wrapped around himself, stroking slowly. "Easier angle. I can control the depth."
Mab turned over. Her arms shook when she pushed herself up, and her knees slid apart on the silk bedding. She felt exposed in a way she hadn't when he'd been between her thighs. Her belly hung beneath her, her breasts swayed with every breath, and she couldn't see his face.
She heard him move. Felt the mattress dip as he climbed onto the bed behind her. His hands slid up her sides, over the curve of her waist, the swell of her ribs. His palms dragged back down to grip her hips, thumbs pressing into the base of her spine.
"I'm going to watch myself disappear inside you," he said. "Watch your body stretch around me."
His cock pressed against her entrance. Mab's fingers curled into the silk. Her breath came in short, sharp bursts.
"Push back when you're ready," Varek said. "Take what you can."
The pressure was immense. Not painful, not yet, but present in a way that filled her entire awareness. The slick head of himpressed against flesh that had never been asked to open this wide, and her body resisted on instinct.
"Breathe out," he said. "Let go."
She exhaled. Her body softened. The head slipped inside.
Mab's arms buckled. Her forehead dropped to the mattress, and a sound came out of her that she didn't recognize. Not pain. Not pleasure. Something between, living in the space where her body was learning a new shape.
"That's the first ridge." His voice was strained. "You feel it?"
She felt it. A raised band of flesh pressing against her inner walls, stretching her in a way that made her gasp. Then it was past, and there was a moment of relief before the next one pressed against her entrance.
