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“I am going to go slowly, Natalie. Tell me if it is too much.”

“Okay.”

“Good girl.”

Said into the side of her neck where my mouth can reach her without letting go of the hair. The gravel at a different register than the first two — lower, the possessive starting to thread through.

I push in.

Slowly.

The ridges catch at the new angle. She is so wet from both of us that I slide to the hilt in one long stroke. She makes a sound that is not quite a word — half gasp, half my name — and her elbows tremble at the mattress.

“Tael — this — this angle—“

“I know. Deeper like this. You can feel all of it.”

“Oh.”

I move.

Slow first, then the rhythm her body is asking for, then a little harder than the rhythm, because I have, in the last hour, learned her body well enough to push her past what her mouth asks for into what her body actually wants.

The purr at full, through her back where my chest is pressed, through the skin at the side of her neck where my mouth is.

She is not bossy anymore. She is making sounds I have not heard her make. Sounds that are not words. The unfiltered vocabulary of a female whose body is being taken apart by a male built for her. She tries to say something.

“Tael — harder—“

Her voice cracks halfway through.

It is the most unbearable sound I have ever heard.

I go harder.

“Tael — wait — I said—“

“You said harder, sweetheart.”

“I know but—“

“But what?”

“But I — I cannot — I—“

My fist in her hair tightens a quarter-inch. Her head tilts back further. Her throat exposed at the angle my mouth can reach.

“You can, Natalie.”

“Tael—“

“I have you. Take it.”

She makes a sound at the I have you, I am going to be carrying for the rest of my life. The breaking of a female who has been in command for four years and who has been given the gift of not having to be.

My tail slides.

From her waist. Down. Under her body. The articulation of three and a half feet of prehensile muscle allows it to reach where my hand cannot, because my hand is in her hair and my other hand is at her hip. The tail comes up between her thighs from underneath — lower and forward, at her clit.