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His hands grip my thighs, holding me open, holding me still.
“Kye—”
My hands tighten in his hair, and I don’t know whether I am pulling him closer or trying to hold myself together, maybe both, maybe neither, because every careful thought I’ve been carrying dissolves the moment his tongue moves and my mind goes utterly blank.
His hands slide beneath my thighs, adjusting the angle, and I stop thinking entirely.
There is nothing careful about the way he takes me apart. There is no hesitation in it, only a slow and devastating patience that makes my hips move without my permission, chasing the heat of his mouth.
“Don’t stop,” I manage, and his grip tightens, his mouth pressing harder, and I stop caring about everything, about dignity, about the world outside this room.
My thighs tremble in his hands. The tension coiling through me is becoming unbearable and consuming, pulling tighter until—
It breaks.
It crashes through me in waves, each one stealing the air from my lungs, my whole body shaking with the force of it.
He doesn’t stop. He eases me through it, his hands stroking my thighs as the trembling gradually softens, and my grip in his hair falls slack as I come back to myself in pieces.
When he finally moves, he rolls, dragging me on top of him, his cock pressing against my soaked entrance, and I instantly reach for him, fingers wrapping around his length to position him.
The bond urges me, uncaring for his words, and instinct takes over as I sink down on him. The pain steals my vision for a moment, and a choked sound escapes me. His hands instantly grip my hips. “Slow, little mortal,” he groans. “You forget, I’m not human.”
Tears burn the corners of my eyes.
“Shh, impatient little mage,” he murmurs, sitting up and kissing me.
His kiss swallows the pained sound I make, and I focus on that instead, on the press of his mouth, on the warmth of his hands where they grip my hips, keeping me exactly where I am, not letting me make it worse.
“Breathe,” he murmurs against my lips.
I hadn’t realized I’d stopped.
I exhale shakily, my fingers curling into the muscle of his upper arms as I try to adjust to the stretch of him, to the overwhelming fullness of it, to the way my body is paralyzed by pain.
His lips move to my neck, and I instinctively offer it, knowing the pleasure his bite always brings. His fangs graze my throat, and the pleasure that floods me is instantaneous and devastating, a warm rush that dissolves the last of the tension in my hips and coaxes my body to soften, to yield, to sink.
I slide down another fraction of an inch, and the sound I make is something between a sob and a sigh.
His hands flex against my hips, steadying, his lips still pressed to my throat teasingly, his fangs slowly sinking into my skin, and the pleasure that follows is unlike anything I have ever felt.
A rush of warmth that starts at my throat and floods downward dissolves the last stubborn traces of resistance in my body until I melt into him, until the fullness of him stops feeling like something I must endure and starts feeling like something I cannot imagine being without.
His hands loosen fractionally on my hips as he drinks from me, and my eyes flutter closed loving the way it feels.
His fangs withdraw slowly, his tongue dragging over his bite mark, and the sensation it sends rippling through me makes my hips roll forward.
The movement pulls a low sound from him, and his hands rock my hips gently. “Better?” Kylian asks, and I nod, my hands gripping his on my waist.
The rhythm he guides me into is slow at first, his hands doing most of the work, rocking me forward and back in a gentle, rolling motion that makes the fullness of him shift inside me in ways that steal coherent thought entirely.
The pain has faded, replaced with heat, replaced with the low, insistent pull of the bond and the feel of his lips moving along the column of my throat.
My fingers grip his arms for balance as I find the motion, uncertain at first, then instinct overrides fear.
“That’s it,” he murmurs against my jaw. “Just like that.”
The praise undoes something in me.
