He rumbles low, circling tighter.
Tighter.
“You’re thinking very loud, Milaje …”
My skin prickles, his baritone filling the cavern as completely as I want him to fill me.
He stalks into my line of sight, almost close enough to reach out and touch, our gazes colliding like a clash of fire and ice.
I lift a brow. “Then why is there still space between us?”
He launches—hits.Tangles us in a crush of lips and moans and lashing tongues and hot, fervid flesh.
Of desperate, wantingneed.
His arms band around me, and he lifts, backing me against the smooth wall with my legs curled around him, his hands supporting my thighs with effortless strength, my core swollen and exposed.
Empty.
Too empty.
He breaks our kiss, pushing his forehead against mine. I hear him swallow, nudging my entrance, and even with me bared like this—soopen—I understand his concern …
He’s huge.
My core contracts, anticipating.
Wanting.
Hungering for him to drive up and fill the aching hollow.
I rock my hips, dragging myself back and forth across his thick, silky tip. Feeding off the friction, shivering through a surge of need.
“Look at me, Milaje.” I do, my heart a riot in my chest. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
Why would Ieverwant that?
“Of course.”
His deep, throaty rumble fills the cavern. He drops me slower than the setting sun, and I gasp as he eases past my wet, pulsing entrance.
“See,” I preen, restless around it, trying to shift my hips. “Told you I could manage.”
“I’ve got a long way to go,” he hisses out from between clenched teeth.
Oh …
“More,please,” I rasp, threading my hands across his taut arms and shoulders, up the strained tendons in his neck and through his dense beard.
His chest expands, then releases, and he gently lowers me, sliding me onto him in perfect, stretching increments. Every gluttonous inch knots me up and unravels me, sweat gathering on my brow, between my breasts.
“Almost there,” he rumbles, guiding me down until I’m brimming.
My upper gums throb as his thick, twitching length fills me so completely I’m straining at the seams. This primal sense of satisfaction swirls through my chest, warming my heart.
My soul.
“Are you okay?” he asks, brushing his lips against the sensitive skin just below my ear.
