I pulled his hair, harder this time, urging him up my body. When his heated purple gaze locked onto mine, glowing with something dark and possessive and utterly consuming, I grinned—wild, reckless—and dragged him down so I could taste myself on his lips.
That kiss—God.
That kiss was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced.
I moaned into his mouth, running my hands down his naked hips, needing to feel him, needing to see him, needing to understand just how far this thing between us went.
And when I finally reached between his muscular thighs to that part of him that was most male—Holy fuck.
I was stunned.
Like every other inch of him, Raven’s cock was colossal.
Bigger than anything I had ever seen, human or otherwise.
Long. Thick.
Heavy in my hand.
And marked.
Ancient runes created thick ridges along his cock—the symbols pulsed and glowed like purple lava flowing inside of them.
Magic, of course.
They weren’t just on his skin.
They were everywhere.
Heat flooded me, anticipation pooling between my thighs as his thick cock throbbed and glowed faintly in the dim light.
The markings weren’t flat anymore—they rose beneath my touch, transforming into ridged patterns, scar-like, alive with magic.
I knew instinctively that I would feel those.
I would feel those runes when he pushed his thick cock deep inside of me.
The thought alone made me shudder.
Need flooded me—pure, consuming hunger that mirrored his own.
As I wrapped my fingers around him, he seemed to grow harder, heavier, the runes becoming more pronounced beneath my palm.
Alive.
Hot.
Responsive.
To me.
I positioned him at my entrance, breathless, my body already burning for him.
My legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in place, stopping any instinct he might have had to pull back.
Not happening.
Not now.
