Chapter 14 #2
Then his mouth followed.
He kissed the inside of my thigh, once, twice, and then he put his mouth on me.
His hands spread me open. His tongue stroked over me, slow and thorough, and I grabbed for his horns. There was nothing hesitant about him now. He’d learned me. Was learning me. Every gasp, every jerk of my hips, every time my fingers tightened.
He used all of it.
He licked into me, then up, circling my clit with the tip of his tongue until I was writhing against his mouth. When I tried to close my thighs, he held them open like it cost him no effort at all.
It probably didn’t.
That made it worse.
Better.
Everything.
“You taste sweet,” he said against me.
I made a sound that wasn’t a word.
“Again,” he murmured.
Then he sealed his mouth over my clit and sucked.
The climax hit so hard I bowed off the bed. My fingers clenched his horns, my thighs shook, and his name tore out of me loud enough that I was briefly grateful there were no neighbors close by.
He didn’t stop right away. He eased me down slowly, tongue gentle now, hands smoothing up my thighs until I stopped trembling.
Mostly.
He crawled up my body, looking entirely too pleased with himself.
Now it was my turn.
I crawled down his body and wrapped my hands around him again. He was slick from before, hotter now, the head flushed dark. I glanced up at him.
“I want to try.”
His expression tightened. “You don’t have to.”
“I know.” I bent and pressed a kiss to the head of his cock. His hips jerked, just a little. “That’s why I want to.”
His hands went flat on the bed. I opened my mouth around him.
It was a stretch. There was no graceful way around it. He was too big, and I was determined, which was not the same thing as skilled. I took what I could, using both hands for the rest, and dragged my tongue over him until his chest heaved.
The noise he made went straight between my legs. I did it again.
“Maisie.” His voice was strained. “You need to slow down.”
I pulled off just enough to speak. “Do I?”
His eyes were almost black. “If you want me inside you, yes.”
I definitely wanted that.
I also wanted to watch him suffer a little first.
I lowered my mouth again, working him with my lips and tongue and hands until his fingers tore into the bedding. He didn’t touch my head. Didn’t push. Didn’t guide. Just lay there shaking, holding himself still for me.
The trust of it made me ache.
Finally he reached down and caught me under the arms, hauling me up his body like I weighed less than a blanket.
“I need you,” he said.
There was no polish on it. No pretty words. Just us.
It was perfect.
“Yes,” I said. “Now.”
He rolled us, laying me back against the pillows, and settled between my thighs. I wrapped my legs around him as far as they’d go, which wasn’t far because he was built like a wall and I was not, but he seemed to appreciate the effort.
He braced one arm beside my head and guided himself to my entrance. He leaned down and kissed me, soft and filthy at once, and then he pushed inside.
Slowly.
So slowly I nearly cursed him.
The stretch stole my breath. He was too much, like always, and my body still opened for him, still wanted every inch. I dug my nails into his back, and he paused.
Then he gave me another inch.
I moaned.
Another.
By the time he was fully seated inside me, we were both shaking. His forehead dropped to mine, his breath rough against my lips.
He started carefully. He always did. Slow and deep, watching my face like he could read every tiny change in me. But I didn’t want careful. Not only careful. I wanted him. All of him. The strength and heat. The beast he kept leashed because he never wanted to scare me.
I slid my hands over his face. “I won’t break.”
His jaw clenched.
“I mean it,” I said. “I’m not glass. Let me feel you.”
A rough sound tore from him.
The next thrust drove me up the bed.
Oh. There. I wrapped myself around him as much as I could and held on.
He fucked me deep and steady, each thrust dragging a cry out of me. One hand slid beneath my hips, lifting me, changing the angle until pleasure sparked white behind my eyes.
“Yes,” I gasped. “There. God, Kazan, there.”
He did it again. And again.
Something flared hot in my chest.
I didn’t know what else to call it. Something hot and bright opened between us, not outside my body, not exactly inside it either. It bloomed where his chest pressed against mine, a warmth that felt like heartbeat and sunlight and Kazan all at once.
I gasped.
He froze.
“What was that?”
“The bond,” he said, voice ragged. “You feel it?”
“Yes.”
His control nearly snapped then. I saw it happen on his face. The wonder and hunger. The relief was so sharp it almost hurt to look at.
“I love you,” I said.
His whole body shuddered.
“I love you,” I said again, because I could. Because nobody could stop me. Because it was true and it was mine to give.
He buried his face in my neck and moved harder.
“Mate,” he said against my skin.
This time it wasn’t a secret. It wasn’t a warning. It was a prayer.
I clung to him, pleasure winding tighter and tighter in my belly. The bond burned warmer, and every place he touched me felt lit from the inside.
“I chose you,” I said. “I’d choose you again.”
His rhythm faltered.
Then his mouth found mine, and he kissed me like those words had done what no tribunal ever could.
I was close. Too close. My body was already clenching around him, greedy and desperate, my nails scraping over his shoulders.
“Kazan,” I panted. “I’m going to—”
“I know.” His hand slid between us, thumb finding my clit. “Come for me.”
I did.
No dignity. No quiet. No swallowing it down.
I came apart under him, crying out as pleasure rolled through me, bright and hot. He kept thrusting, drawing it out until I was shaking, until my body was trying to push him away and pull him deeper at the same time.
Then he followed me.
His arms locked around me, careful even then, as his hips drove deep and held. He came with a rough groan against my throat, his whole body trembling, filling me as the bond pulsed warm between us.
For a minute, neither of us moved.
I couldn’t.
My bones had left. I was skin and breath and satisfaction.
Kazan pressed a kiss to my jaw. Then my cheek. Then the corner of my mouth.
“I love you,” he said.
Eventually he eased out of me and pulled me against him, tucking me onto his chest like I belonged there.
I did.