Emotion explodes between us like a supernova. Love. Longing. Relief so thick, it nearly drowns me. And underneath it, a hunger. A need. Bright, molten, alive. I feel him shudder. Hishands tremble against my waist. I grip his shoulders, anchoring us both.
“Holy shit,” I breathe, chest heaving.
He presses his forehead to mine, eyes glowing bright with a thousand feelings I can barely parse.
“You feel it too.”His voice slides through my thoughts like silk, rich and reverent.
I nod. “Yeah. Kael, I… this is… fuck.” Words fail me. For once, language doesn’t cut it. It’s all too much and not enough, like my body’s too small to hold this.
I kiss him. Because what else can I do?
His mouth meets mine in a collision of relief and fire. Our breath mingles. Our bond pulses. I feel every flicker of emotion echoing through him—his awe, his disbelief, his joy—as though it’s my own.
His hands are everywhere—gliding, gripping, trembling like he can’t believe I’m real. And I feel the same, overwhelmed by the sheer rightness of him. The glow of our bond is blinding now, threaded through every touch, every gasp. It’s not just lust—it’s everything.
I kiss him again, deeper this time, letting the hunger speak for me. His mouth opens under mine, and our tongues tangle, slick and hot, matching the frantic rhythm of our hearts. We move like we’ve done this a thousand times in dreams and are finally awake. My fingers dive into his hair, tugging gently. He groans, a low, broken sound that vibrates straight through me.
Clothes are ripped away in clumsy, eager pulls. I don’t even know whose hands do what—his or mine—it doesn’t matter. All that matters is skin. Contact. Now.
My thighs straddle his hips, and his hands come to rest at my waist, steadying me like he’s afraid I’ll disappear. “Let me ride you,” I whisper, but it’s not a request. It’s a promise.
Kael exhales a shaky breath, his lips parting in awe as I rise over him. His precum glows faintly—celestial, wild,other. He’s beautiful. Almost too much to look at.
He stops me with a gentle touch to my thigh, voice barely a whisper. “Wait. Let me…. I want to do this right.”
His hand dips between us, slick with his glow-in-the-dark precum he must’ve grabbed without me noticing. Fuck me, his dick is a gift that just keeps on giving. He coats himself in long, deliberate strokes, every movement precise—almost practiced.
“Do you need help?” I ask, breath catching as he reaches lower, fingers circling my rim with startling confidence.
Kael meets my gaze, flushed and fierce. “No. I’ve got this. Remember, I’ve read alotof romance novels.”
And bloody hell, it shows.
He preps me slowly, thoroughly—two fingers sliding inside with care that borders on worship, curling just enough to make my hips twitch. The claw-shaped curve hits my prostate with such perfect precision, it’s almost too much. He watches every reaction like it’s gospel, adjusting, deepening, learning me with an intensity that might just unravel me.
His other hand never stops moving, stroking himself in time with the rhythm he builds inside me. His breath is ragged now but controlled. Focussed.
“You’re doing perfect,” I manage to gasp, gripping his wrist. “Kael, I… please?—”
The moment his fingers slip free, slick and trembling, I don’t wait. Ineedhim. I take him in hand, position us, and brace myself. He hisses as I lower myself slowly. Inch by thick, pulsing inch.
The stretch burns, delicious and overwhelming, and Kael watches me with eyes like suns, wide and reverent.
“You’re…,” he starts, but the words die on his tongue. His hands shake on my hips.
“I know,” I murmur, voice trembling, breathless. “I feel it too.”
He gasps as I finally sink all the way down, and I swear I see stars—real ones, not metaphorical, like I’ve just been launched into low orbit. There’s a beat of stunned silence between us. My mouth hangs open. His hands are gripping my hips like he’s afraid I might disappear—or implode.
I glance down, half expecting to see the outline of his cock pressingthroughmy stomach like I’ve just walked into an animated monster porn feature. “Kael,” I pant, “are you sure you’re not part divine creature or something?”
His only answer is a wrecked groan that vibrates through his chest.
“Because I swear to God, I canfeelyou in my lungs.”
He laughs—breathy, stunned—and then growls, “Then don’t stop riding me until I’m all the way in yourhead.”
My laugh turns into a moan, and I start to move, every inch of him lighting up nerves I didn’t even know I had.
