I nodded as his breath caught in his throat, and we were almost aligned. Then, we were. Him, hard against my entrance. And I adjusted myself, because I needed to feel that delicious, immense pressure that seemed like it would split me at the seams. It felt good.Sogood.
His cock was a drug. So overwhelmingly good. We were both flushed and clumsy. Out of breath. I did whatever I needed to do, to get him all the way inside of me. He was always going to be a little too large for me, but his cock is still perfect. I wouldn’t change a thing about it.
With small increments and a lot of careful maneuvering, I work him inside, more turned on that I’d ever been in my life. By the time he was in as far as he would go, I was sweating, and Krusk was drenched, his back shiny and arched against the bed, his eyes squeezed shut.
I can feel every tense, straining muscle under me. His delicious scent was filling my head, drugging me even more than I already was.
“Can you—” he arched experimentally into me. We both released groans.
“What do you need?” I gasped, rocking my hips a little just to see his eyes go crossed.
“Your breasts,” he choked out. “Let me feel them.”
I’d forgotten that I was still wearing my dress. I straightened to take it off, which involved movement and grinding that had Krusk gasping and struggling to keep my hips still.
His pupils tracked the progress of my hands, blown wide. Helicked his lips as I undid the clasp of my bra. His cock twitched inside of me, his jaw ticking with restraint.
Then, when I was completely naked before him, he groaned like I’d revealed a holy temple. He was staring at me like I was a mix between something to worship and something to defile.
Biting my lower lip, I pushed down on my knees—that were barely able to reach the bed.
Thank you, yoga.
I worked him into me a little deeper. A fraction of an inch, but the friction, the sense of fullness made my eyes roll back in my head.
A desperate sound left Krusk’s throat. He sounded just as astonished by this as I felt. His eyes were screwed shut, and his hands gripped me so hard, his teeth sinking into my shoulder.
“I’m going to—”
“It’s okay,” I panted against his ear, my breasts crushed against his strong chest. “I’m there,” I gasp, just from the first thrust, my entire body going tense as I braced for the impact.
And with one more thrust of his hips up into me, I came like an avalanche. His roar of satisfaction filled my childhood bedroom, and when I squeezed my arms around his neck, pressing my face into his skin, I didn’t want to ever let him go.
CHAPTER 53
Krusk
“Nothing’s too much for you,” I told Emma, leaning down to press my lips against hers. She reached up to cup my cheek, so I kept my head bent, kissing her. Even with my clan nearby, I had zero qualms. If she needed me, I would be there.
I gave her a gentle smile, sweeping my thumb against the small of her back, trying to tell her how much I treasured her.
“You’re going to make me cry again, and I don’t want to do that in front of everyone,” she warned me.
I deepened our kiss and it wasn’t long before she was lost to the moment. To me.
Boxes were stacked like a small city, dust motes floating lazily around in the afternoon sunlight. The faint scent of polish and old books filled the air. My mate and I were elbow-deep in packing materials, along with the rest of my clan brothers.
Dristan had been the only one who was excused from helping,since he wasn’t willing to leave his mate and their new youngling alone for any longer than five seconds. I completely understood how he felt.
Grandma hovered nearby, her hands on her hips as she supervised the chaos with sharp eyes and a soft smile.
“Careful with that box, Emma,” she said, tugging gently at my mate’s sleeve. “You’re not a mountain goat. Let all these strong, fine males carry them.” She winked at Emma, who just giggled, shaking her head. I’d only assigned her to the boxes markedPillows.
Somehow, there were still a shocking amount of those. I couldn’t fathom how this many boxes had been in Grandma’s apartment at the nursing home.
“Andyou,” Grandma turned to me with a twinkle in her eyes. “Don’t knock over the furniture. Everything has sentimental meaning.”
I grinned, tusks flashing slightly. “Noted. I’m very careful… mostly.” I hoisted a box with ease, careful not to bump anything.
