I arch, cry out, clutch his head, fingers threading through his hair as he devours me. Not hurried. Not greedy. Just focused.
Worshipping.
When I shatter, it’s not a firestorm.
It’s gravity collapsing.
I don’t fall.
I’m pulled.
Tears blur my vision, and I’m not sure if it’s from the orgasm or the way he kisses the inside of my thigh afterward, like he’s thanking me for trusting him.
He rises slowly, dragging his body over mine.
I feel every inch of him—every gold-scale ridge, every firm, coiled muscle.
His cock brushes against my thigh.
Heavy. Hot. Different.
Not human.
Bigger.
Thicker.
Ridged along the underside with subtle bioluminescence pulsing in rhythm with his heartbeat. I reach down to touch it, and he hisses through his teeth.
“Stars, Nova…”
His voice is wrecked. Wrecking me.
“You okay?” I ask softly.
He nods, breath ragged. “Just trying not to embarrass myself.”
“You won’t.”
I wrap my fingers around him. He twitches in my hand, moans low in his throat.
“Nova—gods, you feel?—”
I stroke him slowly, watching his face change—eyes darkening, lips parting.
“You still want this?” he rasps.
I guide him to my entrance.
“No,” I say, breathless. “I need it.”
He pushes in—slow, careful.
My breath stutters.
He’s bigger than I remembered.
Or maybe I’m just breaking differently this time.
