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I bit my lip and watched, still unable to stop wondering if he would even fit. My core was convinced, throbbing anew at the sight of Mrak’s member in his hand.
I nodded and Mrak scooped me up, sitting with me across his legs again with his back against the headboard of the bed. I gripped the top of the headboard, finding purchase as I felt his length nudge at my entrance.
I wiggled my hips, eliciting a pleasured hiss from Mrak. “I want you to take me, Mrak.”
“I do not want to hurt you.” His tone was barely restrained. His knuckles white at my hips as he held me. “I want you to be in control.”
And gods, I loved it. I kissed him fiercely and rose just a little to a better angle before lowering myself slowly onto him. He was massive, so much larger than I had ever thought I could handle. But pleasure chased the pain as I gripped the top of the headboard, and I sank further on to him.
Mrak’s hands alternated between squeezing my ass and holding my hips. His jaw locked hard. With the way his grip on me tightened, I could tell he was just barely holding back. And despite wanting to take it slow at first, to allow my body to adjust to the pure size of him, I very much wanted Mrak to lose that control. To claim me fast and with purpose.
A few more inches. Another fierce kiss. Until finally, my hips sunk low, and I took the last of him. Everything within me stretched to accommodate my love, my monster, and it left me breathing shallowly as pain lost out to pleasure.
“Gods,” I hissed under my breath.
Mrak brushed a fallen lock of hair out of my face. “You are beautiful.”
I rose, letting him slide out of me, before lowering again onto him. “I’m yours.”
“You have been mine since the moment you summoned me,” Mrak said as his talons gripped my hips again. He lifted and lowered me in steady movements—none faster than I had gone previously. “And you are so tight.”
“I’m ready,” I said as I held his burning crimson gaze. I ground against him to prove my point. “Take me, Mrak. Gods, please take me.” I wanted every part of him, unrestrained and wholly mine.
That was all the permission Mrak needed. With blinding speed, Mrak turned us over, setting me on my knees and my hands back to the headboard before lining up behind me and sliding home. We both moaned as he slid as far as he could, but that was the only slow movement.
Mrak began thrusting fast and hard, sliding in as far as he could go every time. His movements were frantic, his taloned hands holding my hips and pulling me back against him with every thrust of his hips. Animalistic. Desperate. It was all I could do to hold on to the headboard—and reality—as he claimed me, wholly and truly, for the first time.
Starbursts of pleasure pulsed through me, gathering and coiling so tightly in my core I thought for sure I might burst. But as Mrak’s grunts echoed in sharp staccatos, as his whispers of, “Beautiful,” and, “Mine,” came into my ears as he leaned over me, the cliff of my climax rushed me and I staggered over it, screaming Mrak’s name. My body seized with pleasure around Mrak as he thrust one more time and held himself deep within me, following me into his own orgasm.
Our chests heaved in time with one another as he stayed so still, I thought he might’ve turned to stone. Warmth and love bloomed in my chest for him and only him. He was mine, and I was his. We’d already broken barriers between worlds with that love. We’d burned tyrants.
We could handle one more.
There was nothing—nothing—Mrak and I couldn’t do. Especially not now that we could physically become one.
