“Your eyes should always be onme.” His tone is firm as his tongue traces slowly over my neck, leaving a trail of heat behind.
Having him in me and on me is a pleasure I welcome. He keeps as much contact as possible, as though he can’t stand a single part of me not being his. And it makes me happy—truly happy.
Goose bumps rise across my skin as his fingers curl inside me, and then he adds another, pushes deeper. My mind blanks from the sensation of being so full.
Theron growls low in his throat, his body radiating heat, and adds another finger. The stretch is too much, but the way he moves—pumping into me—sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
My toes curl, and I can’t stop the cries escaping me as Theron pants, his breath heavy and hot against my face. His muscles flex with every movement of his arm, and I don’t know where to look anymore.
“Noël,” he breathes as he withdraws his paw from me.
I hum in response, and my body clenches around the emptiness he leaves behind.
I expect him to lick his slick fingers like he always does, but instead, he moves them to his groin. My eyes follow the motion, watching as he strokes himself down to his swollen knot and lets out a low hiss. His nearly red cock glistens, now coated with my arousal, and goddesses, it’s so alluring. Heat rushes to my face as I tear my gaze away, only to meet his. His pupils are so blown, they nearly swallow his irises entirely.
“Can I . . .” he pants, his voice shaky.
I nod, breathless just as he is. This is so fascinating. So overwhelming.
I’m about to feel him. Inside.
He leans forward, his hips pressing closer to mine. “If you want me to stop, just say it.”
“Alright,” I whisper, quivering as I shift my hips toward him—just a little.
He growls low in his throat, his paw grips my thigh while the other wraps around my waist. The tip of his cock slides over my entrance, teasing and slick.
I can’t help but clench, the anticipation unbearable.
“Relax your muscles,” he breathes, and I can see the battle raging in his gaze as he fights for control.
My heart pounds in my chest, but I force myself to take a breath, willing my body to comply. Slowly, he pushes in.
Oh dear goddesses.
I clench again, this time around him, and his sharp hiss pierces the air. His fangs glint in the blue light of my crystals as he speaks through gritted teeth.
“Please,” he begs, rough and desperate.
My hands instinctively weave into his fur, holding on as he moves his hips, each thrust pressing him deeper.
His grip on me tightens, his claws just shy of digging into my skin, and the tension in my body feels like it’s about to snap. The stretch burns, but it’s so impossibly good, I can’t stop the moans spilling from my lips. He’s not even fully inside yet, but it feels like he’s about to split me in half.
“You’re in,” I manage to whisper between shaky breaths.
“I am,” he responds, his voice just as unsteady.
“It’s . . . ah,” I gasp, unable to form anything more coherent.
“It is,” he growls, before pushing farther into me. His pace quickens, and with every thrust, my moans grow more frantic.
My body has been completely taken over, trembling and weak, as the intense pleasure consumes me. My gaze blurs, my mind unable to focus on anything but the sensation of him filling me.
With another deep growl, he shifts us, thrusting into me as he moves. His arm slides beneath my head to cradle it gently as he rests his weight partially on top of me. The contrast of his strength and his tenderness sends another wave of warmth through me.
Suddenly, Theron pulls out, his entire body tense as a guttural growl rumbles through him. His muscles flex, and he leans heavily against me, his breath ragged.
The sudden emptiness makes me... sad? Like a part of me has been taken out. What just happened?
