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He kissed me and pushed deeper.

My body gave way slowly, gripping every inch. He was so big I could feel the steady pulse of his cock as he filled me. By the time his hips met the inside of my thighs, I was panting into his mouth.

Full wasn’t a strong enough word. I felt possessed by the sensation of him, stretched and aching and so exquisitely complete that for a moment I couldn’t move.

Neither did he. Rauf braced one hand against the wall and cradled the back of my neck with the other. His forehead came down to mine. His whole body trembled while he waited for me.

I stroked the base of his horn and rocked my hips beneath him.

He groaned and thrust deeper even though there was nowhere left to go. Then he pulled back with agonizing care. I tightened my legs around him, wanting him deep again. He filled me again, one long, deep stroke that shoved a cry out of me.

Rauf watched my face. He did it again, a little harder.

I wrapped both legs around him and took everything he gave me.

The bench pressed against my back. Rauf pressed everywhere else. He surrounded me, one arm sliding beneath me to keep me from striking the wall, his chest hot against my breasts, his mouth moving over mine whenever I could catch my breath long enough to kiss him. I should have felt pinned beneath all that strength.

Instead, I’d never felt safer.

Nothing could pull him away while I had my legs locked around his hips and his cock buried deep inside me.

I let myself have that fantasy. Just for now.

His control began to fray. I felt it in the rougher snap of his hips and heard it in the growl vibrating through his chest. His tail curled around my ankle, the soft tuft dragging over my calf.

Every thrust made a wet, intimate sound. I was so slick he moved easily now, filling me hard and deep, retreating just far enough to make me ache before driving back in. The pressure inside me built until pleasure became almost unbearable.

“Harder,” I gasped.

His eyes flared, and he gave me what I asked for.

The next thrust drove me back against his arm. My breasts bounced against his chest. His hand tightened at my hip, holding me exactly where he wanted me while he fucked me with all the force he’d been denying himself.

I clawed at his shoulders and met every drive of his hips. There was only Rauf’s mouth at my throat, his body inside mine, and the terrible, beautiful need that had been pulling me toward him since the first time our eyes met.

He shifted his hand between us and pressed.

Once.

Twice.

I came around him with a cry, my whole body locking tight. Pleasure tore through me in wave after wave. My cunt clenched around his cock, and Rauf made a broken sound against my neck.

His hand came to my jaw and turned my face toward his. I forced my eyes open.

His face was inches from mine, stripped raw with pleasure. He drove into me once, twice, then buried himself as deep as he could go. His hand caught mine against the bench. Our fingers locked together as his body shuddered.

Heat spilled inside me in heavy pulses.

He kept looking at me through all of it.

That undid me more than anything else.

Rauf’s weight settled carefully against me, his breath hot at my ear. I held him there. I was still trembling, still squeezing weakly around him, and every aftershock pulled a low rumble from his chest.

He nuzzled the damp hair away from my neck and kissed the place beneath my ear. Then my cheek. Then my mouth, slow and tender enough that my chest hurt.

When he started to lift his head, I tightened my arms around him.