Page 103 of Tempting Fate

My eyes flew open with a rush of adrenaline—followed by a pulse of arousal around his hard dick. I was wide awake now; was he?

Every instinct begged me to move, to fuck myself on those throbbing ridges, but I forced my hips to remain still. “Airida. Baby, are you awake?”

“Fate,” he murmured.

Oh, he sounded so adorably sleepy, and if it wasn’t for his incredible cock deep inside me, I’d have rolled over to give him the biggest hug.

His arms tightened around me. “Moonlight?” The word carried a weight of questions.

“It’s okay,” I said, tracing the veins along his forearm. “Are you okay?”

“Blessed gods, I’m still inside you.” He shuddered in a breath. “Yes. Are you sure? I… kalidi has not yet risen.”

Waking up in his arms, surrounded by him, filled with him… I’d never been more sure of anything in my life. “Fuck me, Airi. Please.”

Airida gave a low growl. He didn’t reply, didn’t move, and I wished I could hear what was going on in his head. Disbelief? Excitement? Working out exactly what to do?

He drew out slowly, then pushed deeper. “Like this?”

Every ridge and bead of him caught every tender part of me. “Just like that.”

“Or like this?” One big hand clamped on my hip and held me in place. He surged into me, and again, finding his rhythm, each stroke more confident than the last.

I let out a long, drawn out moan.

“You like it like this. Tell me. Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”

Oh. My. God. My kitten’s got claws. I thrust back against him. “Hard. Fill me up.”

Airida snarled, sending sparks of pleasure through all my nerve endings. He angled me forwards, one hand on the back of my shoulder, the other still firm on my hip, posing me just how he wanted me.

And, fuck. Early-hours-of-the-morning, not-in-kalidi Airida fucked like a goddamn train. He pinned me, pounded me so his dick lit up all the sensitive spots inside, gripping me tight but not too hard, fucking me deep but never enough for the pleasure-pain to tip into too much. His voice came in ragged gasps. “Imani, fate, you feel so good.”

All I could do was moan with every thrust, mewling as his ridges sent everything gathering, tightening, coalescing towards that taut peak.

Airida pulled me against him, his breath hot over my ear. “Please come for me,” he rumbled, echoing the words I said to him every day. “Please, I need to feel you.”

Oh, when he begged like that… I came with a sharp cry, quickly stifled by his hand clamped over my mouth, and I sobbed my climax into his palm as he slammed into me.

His grunts and growls became whimpers, even as his hips never stopped their insistent rhythm. “Please… I need… please…”

I pried his hand off my mouth, kissing his fingers as I did. “Come for me, kitten.”

With a loud, desperate moan, his cock stiffened and throbbed. He sank his teeth into my neck as he came. The rounded points pressed hard, a blissful pain edged with heady emotion—fear of what he was capable of and affection at his restraint. His mouth locked on there as the swell of his beads trapped him inside me. I throbbed with every hot pulse of his release, filling me up even more than I already was.

He gripped me tighter, pushing deeper—how was he still mostly hard?—setting off another orgasm, and I shuddered around him, mindless with bliss. How?

He pressed one big hand against my belly, cum leaking out around his dick.

We lay together in quiet stillness, all my nerve endings abuzz. I could feel every single place our bodies connected, all the heat, every breath, every touch.

He lapped at my neck where he’d bitten me. “Moonlight, I’ve hurt you,” he said, voice tight with distress. “I’m so sorry.”

It throbbed in hot, grateful pain. A reminder. I stroked his arms, wriggling against him. “Hush. It’s okay, I liked it.”

“You did? Do you promise?”

“I promise.” The weight of another vow rested on my shoulders. I shifted and eased him out of me. “I’d better clean us up.”