"Good," Varek said. His hands tightened on her hips. "So good. Keep breathing."
The second ridge slid in. Then the third. Each one stretched her open, dragged against nerves she hadn't known existed, and then settled inside her with a fullness that bordered on too much. She could feel him everywhere. Not just where he was entering her, but in her belly, in her chest, in the backs of her thighs.
"Halfway," he said.
Halfway.She had taken half of him and she already felt split open, remade, her body rearranged.
"More," she said. The word came out before she could stop it.
Varek's hands flexed on her hips. A sound came out of him, low and guttural, and his hips pressed forward.
The fourth ridge stretched her open. The fifth. She lost count after that, lost track of where one ended and the next began, her entire awareness narrowed to the relentless slide of him filling her. Her face was pressed into the mattress, muffling the sounds spilling out of her with every inch he fed into her body.
Then his hips met the curve of her ass, and he stopped.
Mab couldn't speak. She could barely breathe. The fullness was overwhelming, pressure in places she hadn't known could feel pressure. Her thighs were shaking, her arms had given out entirely, and her cheek was pressed into the silk. She could feel him in her belly, a pressure that made her feel hollowed out and overfull at the same time.
Varek's hand stroked up her spine. Down again.
"You're doing so well," he said. "Taking me so well. I knew you would."
His hips rocked. Just a fraction. Just enough to drag those ridges against her inner walls.
The sensation ripped a moan from her throat. Every ridge caught against swollen flesh, dragging friction across nerves that were already screaming. Her hands scrabbled at the bedding.
He pulled back slowly, stretching her open in reverse, and the emptiness that followed each one made her whimper. By the time only the head remained inside her, she was shaking so hard her teeth clicked together.
Then he pushed back in. One long stroke that buried him to the hilt, and her vision frayed at the edges. The sound that came out of her wasn't words. Wasn't anything she could control.
Varek's hands clamped down on her hips and held her still while her body clenched around him. His breath was ragged against her back, hot gusts of air that told her he was fighting for control too.
The next thrust drove her forward on the mattress. Her knees slid wider, her back arched deeper, and the angle changed just enough that the head pressed against something inside her that made her scream.
He thrust again, hitting that same spot, and Mab's hands fisted in the silk hard enough to tear it. Again. Again.
His hips snapped forward, driving into her with a force that shoved her across the mattress. Each thrust ground his ridgesagainst that spot inside her, each withdrawal dragged them back across it, and she was making sounds she had never made in her life. Animal sounds. Desperate sounds.
"That's it." His voice had come apart at the edges. "Let me hear you."
One hand left her hip. It slid around her body, over the curve of her belly, down between her thighs. His fingers found the swollen bud of flesh his mouth had tormented earlier and pressed.
Mab sobbed.
"You're going to come on my cock." His fingers circled in time with his thrusts. "You're going to come so hard you forget your own name, and then I'm going to pump you full until it's dripping out around me."
His fingers pressed harder, circling in tight, relentless strokes while his hips drove into her with a rhythm that had abandoned any pretense of restraint. The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the chamber, and Mab could feel herself climbing toward something that felt less like a peak and more like an ending.
His fingers pinched the swollen flesh between her thighs at the same moment his hips slammed forward, and Mab broke.
The orgasm tore through her like nothing that had come before. Her body locked around him, inner walls clamping down on every ridge, every inch, squeezing him so tight she felt him groan against her spine. The sound that ripped from her throat was raw. Unrecognizable. Her vision went dark at the edges and her arms gave out completely, her chest hitting the mattress while her hips stayed pinned in his grip.
Varek didn't stop.
His thrusts turned brutal, driving into her clenching body with a force that shoved her across the silk with every stroke. She could hear him now, the harsh snarl of his breathing, theguttural sounds punching out of his chest with each snap of his hips.
His fingers dug into her hips hard enough to bruise, and somewhere far back in her mind, she realized she would wear the marks of this for days. She wanted to. Wanted evidence pressed into her flesh that this had happened, that she had been here, that someone had wanted her badly enough to leave proof.
"Mine," Varek snarled against her spine. "This body. This cunt. Mine."
