This wasn’t the shallow fix of a regular feed. I’ve always been a cracked cup, leaking no matter how much I take in—and Talon just gave me an ocean.
I want more. Not out of hunger, but out ofwant. Out of love. I want him in me again, not just physically, but from a place that saysmine.Forever.
I blink up at him from where I’m still sprawled on the desk. Our bodies are slick, tangled, flushed with sweat and heat. His wings retract slightly, until they are loosely holding my thighs.
He watches me with that look. ThatTalonlook, memorizing the shape of my soul, not just my body. I've no doubt he’d fight the fae lords themselves if they ever tried to take me away again.
My fingers drift across his jaw. “I’ve never come that hard,” I whisper.
His hand curves gently over my hip, thumb sweeping in slow circles. “You’ve never fed with that kind of abandon.” It’s not a question.
I shake my head as my throat tightens. “You completely filled me. You made me feel like I wasn’t...alone.”
His eyes darken. His hand slides higher, curling around my ribs. “You’re not alone. You’ve never been alone.”
“Just...separate,” I amend.
A grunt of begrudging agreement comes out of him.
“I’ve always told myself it didn’t matter. That our...friendship,” I use that word instead of calling it the pining, heart-wrenching close-but-not-close-enough relationship, “is enough. That I don’t need more to be happy. That I can be independent, alone. A Dragon. You didn’t need anyone.”
Talon’s fingers softly trace down the side of my face, pushing sweaty strands of hair aside. “Before I met you, I was...it was...” his brows scrunch as he tries to think through whatever he is trying to get out, “fine. Sufficient. But then I met you and my whole universe opened and there was so much more. I knew I needed you before I even met you. Does that make sense?” Intensity bears down from his face as he tries to make sense of his own feelings.
I nod. Even when I was young, maybe too young to think about such things, I yearned for the deep kind of connection we share. We can communicate with a glance. We have so many shared experiences, both good and bad. We have little inside jokes.
I kiss him again, softly at first, then deeper, slower. Everything in me reaches for him, not just the part that needs to feed, but the part that wants tobelong.Me to him and him to me.
When I ease away, I murmur, “I love you, Talon.”
Fuck, it feels good to say.
Talon seems to struggle with breathing for a few beats.
“I’ll never get enough of you,” he growls.
Then he pulls out of me, slow and careful, but his eyes stay locked on mine, molten and reverent.
I gasp at the loss, at the way my body clutches around nothing. But before I can say a word, he’s dropped to his knees between my thighs.
“Talon—” I start, but he cuts me off with a look.
“Lie back,” he says, voice all gravel and heat. “I need to taste what’s mine.”
Fae lords help me.
The moment my back hits the desk again, his hands grip my thighs and spread me wide. His mouth is on me in a breath, tongue dragging through my slick folds, starving for more.
“Fuck, princess. You taste even better than I dreamed.Wetaste good together.” A rumble escapes his throat, a sound so deep it rattles my core. He groans, eyes flashing up at me dark with need. “You don’t even know what you do to me.”
I shatter in minutes.
My legs jerk, fists clenching the edge of the desk as I scream his name. But Talon doesn’t stop. He groans, devouring me, his hunger fixed solely on my pleasure. His tongue circles, dips, devours, until I’m bucking under him and coming again, harder this time, tears slipping down my temples from the sheer, brutal release.
But still, he doesn’t stop.
His fingers slide into me, curling expertly as his mouth returns to my clit, sucking with just enough pressure to make me beg.
“I’ve always wanted you this way,” he mutters. “Legs spread, soaking my mouth, begging for more."
