“Enough,” I roar.
She stills.
“I have to taste you,” I tell her.
I lower my head between her thighs and I taste her directly from the source.
Her fingers dig into my braids and for a moment I think she is going to pull me off and then she realizes what my mouth is doing and she is holding me there instead. Her fingers tighten inmy hair and she’s making a sound I’ve never heard before, low and desperate.
I take her clit between my lips and suck.
I’ve practiced this a thousand times in theory, on fruit, on shapes. I am careful now. I don’t break her skin. I use my tongue on the exact spot I’ve been taught is the one that ends them, flattening it and stroking.
She bucks against my face. Her thighs clamp around my head. Her heels dig into my back. She is panting, and moaning, and making sounds that must be embarrassing to her because I can feel her shuddering with it, the overwhelm of her own response. I don’t stop. I add my tongue into her wet entrance, then back to her clit, then back inside. She is grinding against my mouth now, lost.
She shatters.
Her scream echoes through the jungle. Her body jerks. Her hands fist in my hair so hard it should hurt and I don’t feel it. Her thighs are shaking around my head.
“Stop,” she whimpers. “Stop, stop, it’s too much?—”
I lift my head.
Her chest is heaving. Her eyes are closed. Rain is falling on her face. She looks ruined and perfect.
I crawl up her body and brace one arm in the moss beside her head. My other hand grips my cock and guides myself to her entrance.
She opens her eyes. Her hazel eyes meet mine in the moonlight and the rain.
“Wrap your legs around me,” I order.
She does. Her heels dig into my lower back. Her arms come up around my neck. She is trembling.
I pause. Just for a heartbeat. Just to look at her.
“I have waited my entire life for you, Ines of One.”
Her eyes fill. “I love you, Texon. I love you.”
The words hit me so hard I feel them in both of my hearts.
“I love you,” I rasp. “Until days run into time.”
I cover her mouth with mine.
And I plunge inside her.
She screams into my mouth.
I do not pause. I cannot. The heat and the tightness and the wet clutch of her body around mine it is beyond anything I imagined. Forty rotations of dormancy erupting all at once. I am snarling against her lips. She is crying out and I am driving into her with all the strength I’ve never been able to use.
Her body adjusts fast. By my third thrust she is no longer crying out in pain and by my fifth she is moving with me. Her legs tighten around my hips. Her nails dig into my shoulders. She meets every thrust.
I am making sounds I don’t recognize. Growls, low and deep, coming from somewhere in my chest that I didn’t know existed. She is moaning. The rain is falling on both of us. My braids are soaked. Her hair is tangled in the moss.
I lift her hips, change the angle. Her eyes fly open. “Oh — oh gods — Texon?—”
I can feel her climbing again. Her body is tightening around me. The flush is spreading across her chest. She is about to come and I haven’t even touched her clit, she is going to come from nothing but me inside her.
