Chapter 29 #3
The size of him sends a thrill of fear mixed with stark desire through me.
“Remember,” I say, my voice shaky. “Gentle.”
A faint smile touches his lips. “Never gentle, veli. Always yours.”
He reaches between us, guiding himself to my entrance. He pushes in just the tip, testing me.
I gasp. It’s a stretch. A burn.
“Breathe,” he commands softly.
I do, but it doesn’t help much. He is too big. The sheer alien reality of him, trying to fit inside my human body, is overwhelming.
“Look at me.”
My eyes snap to his.
“I have you,” he says, his voice a low growl. “You are mine.”
He pushes in further.
Slowly.
Inch by agonizing inch.
My body resists, then yields. The burn intensifies, then shifts into something else. A deep, aching fullness that consumes me.
I cry out, a sound of pain and pleasure tangled together.
Kaiven stills, letting me adjust. “Almost there, Sahri. Almost all of me.”
He kisses me, a slow, drugging kiss that distracts from the intensity of our joining. His tongue mimics the rhythm he wants from my body.
When he’s finally seated to the hilt, he stops.
Fully sheathed. Deep. Complete.
We are both breathing hard, our chests rising and falling in tandem.
“You feel that?” he asks, his voice vibrating through my chest. “That’s where we belong. Joined. Mine.”
All I can do is nod, my hands clutching at his back, my nails digging into his skin.
He starts to move.
Slowly at first, a slow drag that pulls a gasp from my lips. Then back in, just as slow.
He sets a rhythm that is both possessive and reverent.
Each thrust is a claim.
A reminder.
Mine.
My body adjusts, the pain fading into a background hum, overtaken by pleasure so intense it borders on pain. I meet him thrust for thrust, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper.
The firelight casts shadows across the tent, painting our moving bodies in a dance of light and dark. The world outside the furs ceases to exist. There is only this. Only him.
His fangs descend, a primal response to his arousal. He doesn’t bite me, not yet. He just lets me see them, a silent reminder of the predator he is.
A predator who has chosen me.
A predator who loves me.
“Kaiven…” I breathe, my head thrown back, exposing the long line of my throat.
A growl rumbles in his chest.
He shifts his angle, hitting a spot inside me that makes me cry out.
“Yes,” he hisses. “There. Right there.”
His movements become more demanding, more urgent. The control is there, but it’s a different kind now. Not the restraint of a male holding back, but the focus of a hunter closing in on its prey.
My pleasure builds, coiling tighter and tighter. It’s a tidal wave rising inside me, threatening to pull me under.
“Come for me,” he commands, his voice rough with his own impending release. “Now, Keandra. Sha.”
The wave breaks.
My body arches off the furs, a silent scream on my lips as my orgasm shatters me. It’s a violent, all-consuming pleasure that leaves me trembling and breathless.
Kaiven follows me over the edge with a roar, his hips slamming into mine one last time. He buries his face in my neck, his fangs scraping against my skin in a gesture of possession that is both terrifying and thrilling.
He stays inside me as we both come down from the high, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts beating in a frantic rhythm.
“My Anari,” he whispers, his breath hot against my skin. “My veli.”
I run my fingers through his hair, my body trembling from the aftershocks.
“My Kai,” I murmur back.
Later, as the fire burns down to embers, we lie tangled in the furs. My head rests on Kaiven’s chest, the steady beat of his heart a soothing rhythm against my ear.
His arm is wrapped around me, holding me close, a silent promise that he won’t let me go.
Nothing in me feels simple.
But for the first time since I left Mars, none of that uncertainty feels lonely.
Kaiven touches my hair once, then my shoulder, then settles his hand at my waist as if making sure I am really here.
I smile against his skin.
“What,” he asks quietly.
I close my eyes and let myself rest there fully. “Nothing.”
This time, for once, it means something good.
The firelight paints the ceiling of the tent in shifting patterns of orange and red, and I watch them, feeling the slow, deep rhythm of Kaiven's breathing beneath my cheek.
The last tendrils of my release are still fading, leaving behind a profound stillness, a sense of rightness that settles deep in my bones.
His skin is warm against mine, the heavy furs a cocoon holding us together.
I can feel the faint, steady beat of his heart, a primal drum that seems to synchronize with my own.
I shift slightly, a movement born more of contentment than discomfort, and the muscles in my thighs protest with a deep, satisfying ache.
It's a reminder. A physical echo of him, of the way he'd filled me, claimed me.
A faint blush creeps up my neck at the thought, but there's no shame in it. Only a possessive, secret pleasure.
Kaiven's arm tightens around me almost imperceptibly, a silent response to my movement. "Stay still," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through my entire body. "You are warm."
"I'm not going anywhere," I whisper back, my words muffled against his chest. The truth of them settles over me, as solid and real as he is. Not tonight. Not ever.