We sink down together. His hands shake as they move over me, alternating between fierce intensity and unexpected gentleness. He maps my body like he's memorizing it—the curve of my waist, the line of my throat, the ridge of my collarbone.
I work at his remaining clothes while he does the same with mine. Fabric pools around us. Cool air hits my skin followed immediately by the heat of his hands. He traces the burn scars on my forearms with something like reverence.
"Beautiful," he murmurs.
"They're scars."
"They're proof of your work. Your craft." He presses his lips to the largest one. "Everything about you is beautiful."
The words undo something in me.
I drag him down, needing to feel his weight, his skin against mine. He settles over me carefully and I immediately feel his erected organ between my thighs.
I wrap my legs around his waist, eliminating the careful distance he's trying to maintain.
"I'm not fragile," I tell him.
"I know." His forehead rests against mine. "But you're precious."
The tenderness in his voice makes my throat tight as he slips inside of me.
I gasp quietly, clutching his back to fight the overwhelming urge to cry out. He fills me completely, stretching me in ways that blur the line between pleasure and sanity.
We move together slowly at first, learning each other's rhythms. I try holding back the lewd moans but it becomes harder with every passing second.
Each thrust draws new sounds from deep in my chest—sounds I didn't know I could make. The bells continue ringing in waves, matching the building intensity between us, their resonance vibrating through the stone floor beneath my back.
He buries his face in my neck, breathing hard against my skin. "Tell me if it's too much."
"It's not enough." I arch against him, rolling my hips to take him deeper. The movement draws a ragged sound from his throat that makes heat pool low in my belly.
His composure fractures completely.
The careful gentleness gives way to raw need. His hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise, holding me steady as he moves harder, deeper. Each swing punches the air from my lungs. I can feel him everywhere—inside me, around me, consuming every thought until nothing exists except this moment.
The magic explodes outward. Every piece of metal in the forge resonates, creating a harmonic so powerful the stone walls seem to hum.
I cry out and the sound seems to pull him under completely. His control vanishes. He dominates every part of me, his forehead pressed against mine as he makes my body shiver and respond in ways I've never experienced.
Fluid floods between my legs, more than I've ever produced, slicking the space where our bodies join.
I dig my fingers into his shoulders, clinging to him as sensation builds.
“Uhhh… Kha…”His name breaks from my lips in fragments, barely coherent.
He responds with words in a language I don't know, whispered against my skin between ragged breaths.
I can feel his dick throbbing inside me, the thickness pulsing with each pump as the pace intensifies. My body suddenly begins moving on its own, hips rising to meet his, responding to the relentless rhythm that slams against the deepest parts of me. The pressure builds impossibly high.
"Not yet. Don't finish yet," I manage to gasp, and I feel him obey. His movements slow fractionally, giving me space to climb toward the edge. My legs begin trembling uncontrollably. I can't think. I can't feel anything other than his body moving against mine, inside mine, claiming every inch of me.
The climax approaches like a wave gathering height before it crashes. My inner walls flutter and clench around him. He groans—a raw, desperate sound that tells me his control is hanging by a thread.
"I—" His voice breaks as I bite down on his lip, tasting copper and salt. One last powerful thrust and my brain explodes into white light.
"Awww—" The pleasure sips into my veins like wine, burning through every nerve. My toes curl in the air. My back arches so violently I worry something might snap. The world dissolves into pure sensation—heat and pressure and the overwhelming fullness of him buried deep inside me.
Release hits like a bell struck perfectly—one clear tone expanding outward in waves. I feel him follow moments later, his entire body going rigid as he spills inside me with ashuddering gasp. The warmth floods through me, mixing with my own release.
