“Good,” he rumbled with an appreciative gaze. He carried me to the bed as if I weighed no more than a pebble and placed me gently on the coverlet. The rich, velvety feel caressed my skin. He pulled the coverlet back and I scooted up, resting my head on the fluffy pillow.
Hadrien stood beside the bed, watching me with that hungry gleam in his eyes. I’d never felt so seen before, in a way that both thrilled me and left me feeling exposed. He loomed there, cast in firelight that danced over the contours of his muscular torso. My gaze traveled down, eyeing darker gray marble-like lines that threaded his skin and the faded scars, and a pang of empathy struck me. I wanted to kiss every one of them to soothe away the pain that had caused them, to apologize for whatever had caused it, but the words caught in my throat.
Instead, I gazed into his eyes, searching them, and held out my arms to him.
“Come to me, Hadrien,” I said, my invitation barely above a whisper.
He strode over on his massive legs and my gaze lowered still to the unmistakable bulge that stretched at his pants. I swallowed, wondering if I was well beyond my depth here.
Hadrien crawled onto the bed and bent over me with his powerful form, careful to brace his weight so as not to crush me. He kissed me again, from my lips and over my throat, touching and licking me in ways that made my body arch up to him, desperately anticipating more. He moved down my torso, caressing my breasts and teasing the nipples with his tongue and thumb. My breath quickened as he moved down, the heat rising in my core.
He slid his hand between my legs, and when he touched me there, I was already slick.
“You’re so wet,” he growled with appreciation.
I sighed and ran my fingers over his broad shoulders. “I want you,” I admitted in a breathy voice.
He slipped a finger inside me, priming me as he kissed down my belly. He paused and inhaled. “Can’t wait to taste you,” he murmured.
He kissed and licked and teased my inner thighs until I was writhing and begging for him. Finally, he relented and put his warm mouth where I needed him most. I settled deeper into the pillow with a relieved sigh, experiencing sensations like I never had before. Oh, so good… His tongue was magic. His fingers so large. Everything about him was huge and hard, yet gentle and soft.
I reached out, running my fingers through his hair, and higher…
Would he let me?
“Can I…” I began, hovering my hand an inch from one. “Can I touch them?”
He pulled away a fraction and glanced up at me. “My horns?”
“Ye-yes,” I stammered, not sure if this was okay.
“I’d love if you did,” he murmured in a velvety growl.
He went back to driving me wild, and my hesitation dropped. I lightly touched one horn, sliding my fingers down it, and he let out an approving growl that vibrated against me. Raising my other hand, I stroked the other horn as well. As I touched and stroked both, he responded with more eagerness that stirred us both.
Soon I was writhing on the sheets, clawing them, clawing him, desperate to reach that pinnacle that hovered right before me… But it was too intense, too fierce… I didn’t think I could survive it.
And then Hadrien pushed me there, to my limits, and I shattered with a shaky cry. My muscles quivered and trembled,my skin was hot and slick, and every part of me hummed with exquisite sensation.
“Hadrien,” I whispered.
He crawled over me. “I have you, Little Sage.” He bent down and kissed me. I tasted myself on his tongue, so strangely erotic.
As he kissed me, I grew needy for him again and slid my hand down between our bodies. I reached for his hard length and the girth was a challenge for my hand. A flutter of nerves twirled through me, and I sucked in a breath.
He paused, glancing down at me. “We don’t have to if it’s too much.”
“Please,” I gasped out, pressing myself against him. I reached for the top of his pants, tugging them down. “Take these off so I can see you.”
He leaned back, watching me as he slowly undid his pants. When he removed them and tossed them to the floor, my gaze traveled lower. Sweet goddess, he was enormous.
I gulped and swallowed my reservations. “I want you.” I reached for him once more.
He stretched over me again, nestling his thick shaft between my legs, then paused. “I need to get protection.”
“No.” I grabbed him. “I take a serum,” I added, relieved that I had.
“Good,” he growled. “I don’t want to stop.”
