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He reached for me, and I rolled toward him. It wasn't the oil that made me cry out with relief as he spread and stroked his fingers over my folds, only the anticipation and joy of his touch at last.
"More," I gasped.
"Yes," Laszlo agreed, and then he brought the bottle closer, pouring it directly onto my skin.
I whined, reaching down to my core, my fingers tangling with his. I spread my lips, pulled back my folds to expose my clit. Laszlo huffed, ducking down, kissing the small nub and then licking the oil around my skin. I was thrashing, fingers slipping and sliding too easily, as he finally notched one finger inside of me.
"Oh, please! Your cock—My ass—I need—Laszlo,anything!"
His chuckle rumbled against my sex and I shuddered, my eyes rolling back and my too-sensitive toes digging into the bed as I tried to ride my hips into his face. He pressed another finger inside of me, and I had no idea if the heat and throb in my core was the oil already at work, or simply arousal clawing up to a crescendo.
Laszlo hushed me, purring slightly into my cunt as he kissed and licked and nibbled on my flesh. The third finger burrowed not into my cunt, but my ass, and I howled and arched, clutching his touch inside of me as I was suddenly dragged under the wave that had skirted away so many times before. The room vanished and my eyes squeezed shut, brilliant light flooding my thoughts.
But there was no settling, no slide down from the height. Only another flurry of throbs echoing from every sensitive, tender, begging part of my body.
"More!"
Laszlo nudged and worked his fingers in me, ignoring my shout for a few more seconds, but when he pulled away, sitting up on his knees between my spread legs, his cock was high and dark and eager.
I caught my breath, a brief moment of clarity granted by the stunning sight of him. "I want to touch you."
He lifted the bottle and held it out. "Dress my cock in oil."
The room spun as I sat up, snatching the bottle from his hands and pouring a too-generous amount into my trembling palm. Laszlo took the bottle back from me before I could empty it, and then I had him in my grip, my touch clumsy but ardent. His head fell back on a moan, his cock bobbing and pulsing as I slathered it in oil, and then down to his heavy balls. His hips jerked forward, and I was vengefully pleased to see his inner thighs quiver as I touched him, uneven and messy and probably a little too rough.
He grabbed at my hands, pulling them away and clasping our palms together. There was heat and pounding there too, but I only had a moment to note it before Laszlo was leaning forward, pushing me back down into the bed. The warmth of him over me was exactly as I'd hoped, his weight demanding a surrender I'd been ready to grant in the bath.
"Look at me, Evanthia."
My eyes met his, as golden as Hywel's hoard of treasure, and my breath was stolen as the head of his cock kissed my sex, sliding around my lips, nudging my clit, and then down to my opening.
"Your body honors mine," Laszlo whispered, his head lowering to mine, our lips brushing as I tried to chase for a deeper kiss. "And my body honors yours."
I stilled at the words, and then our voices mingled wordlessly as Laszlo pushed into me, full and heavy and hot. His chest settled against mine, my sensitive breasts recording every grazing hair, every ounce of pressure. He stretched me as he fit himself inside me, my channel starting to pulse and flutter as his thick length spread me open to hold him.
"Laszlo—I—"
What if I'm not a good mate? What if I can't love? What if I'm not—
He released my hands, his arms circling my back. My own wrapped around him, clinging, finding a grip to hold at the base of his wings. His eyes fluttered nearly shut at the touch so I stroked my palms around the tender, muscular flesh at his back, careful not to push feathers in the wrong direction.
I shuddered as he seated himself inside of me, our bodies fused to one another, my legs squeezing around his hips, heels planted on his ass as his tails flitted and teased at my toes. Laszlo's nose brushed against mine, beaky and handsome, drawing a smile to my lips. My body was pounding, begging for more, for a frenzy, but there was something sinking into me with this closeness, this moment of stillness together.
Laszlo's mouth grazed over mine as he started to move, not long strokes at all, but a simple rolling of his body, friction and pressure. My breath caught, and the pulses—at my ass and breasts and core and even in my toes—all finally caught the same rhythm.
"Like this," Laszlo said, his hands soothing up my shoulder blades to cup my shoulders, to brace me close to him. His face hung over mine, easy to reach, to nibble at his mouth, to receive his nipping bites in return.
I tried to hide my face against his shoulder and he shook his head, drawing away, forcing our gazes to join again.
"No hiding, dear one," he said. "Not when I am inside of you."
Our breaths were sweetened, tongues both candied with oil, twining together as we gasped for air, moved slowly and deeply. Laszlo's body demanded more room inside of me, somehow drawing me closer and tighter to his strong frame with every nudge and push.
This wasn't fucking or rutting. It wasn't the lurid licking of Hywel's tongue. This was…possession, and a sweeter, mutual version than any that had been claimed from me when—
I banished old memories and opened my eyes again, pressed my head back into the pillows, and found Laszlo's face torn with pleasure above mine, brow furrowed and lips parted on uneven breaths.
"Your body honors mine," I whispered, lifting my chin to kiss his cheek, over to his ear. "And mine honors yours."
