“Please?”
He said nothing for so long, she started to think he would refuse.
And then…it started with his wings. The black feathers spread wide behind him. His skin darkened, those rough scales running up his arms and over his chest. His claws appeared at his fingertips.
And then he got bigger. He grew until he loomed behind her and he had to spread his knees further apart to keep inside her body. Still buried deep in her core, his shaft thickened and lengthened until she could feel every scaled ridge against her inner walls.
Hestretchedher. Oh god, did he ever.
She tipped her head back with a cry while he nipped at her throat with sharp fangs.
“You okay?”
“Yes,” she panted. “Feels so good.” The stretch was intense, but so was the pleasure.
He started to move, the textured edges of his cock stroking against her inner walls. She tried to cry out but couldn’t seem to draw a full breath. She could only hold onto the headboard for dear life and hope she survived. She honestly didn’t care if she didn’t.
“You’re strangling my cock, Sunshine.” His voice was a deep growl in her ear. “You feel amazing. So fucking perfect.”
She moaned helplessly, leaning back into his strong body, loving the way he surrounded her. His wings opened, feathers wrapping around them, closing them off from the outside world.
She was a powerful immortal being, but a part of her wanted to be soft and vulnerable, and he allowed her to express that. When he held her in his control and whispered his praises, she felt safe.
The trust was addictive. The pleasure was beyond compare.
“Do you believe me yet?” He released the headboard with one hand, sliding it up her body between her breasts to wrap around her throat. “When I say you’re perfect?”
She hesitated. He squeezed lightly in warning, reminding her not to disagree.
And suddenly, she didn’t want to. She wasn’t perfect, not by a long shot. But she did believe that he saw her that way. He told her he not only liked her flaws, but they aroused him.
How then could she not be perfect to him? For she had plenty of those to spare.
“Yes!” she heard herself gasp as he thrust particularly deep. Having him inside her was the most incredible feeling of connection she’d ever known. She never wanted to experience it with anyone but him. If he was gone, the urge would be gone. But while he was here, the need was endless.
“You’re perfect?”
“Yes!”
“Say it.” His thrusts increased in pace as he filled her to bursting.
“I’m perfect,” she gasped. “For you.”
“That’s right. I don’t give a fuck about anyone else.”
And that was what made it so special. Who cared about anyone else’s opinion anyway? His was the only one that mattered to her, and he thought she was perfect. It was liberating.
“You’re mine, Sunshine.”
“Yes!” He thrust forward. Again, she cried out. Every time he moved, the thick ridges stretched and rubbed her in places she’d never felt sensation before. Places she’d never even known she could feel sensation.
“You’re fuckingmine.” His voice was an inhuman growl. He started moving at a steady pace, increasing in speed. Her nerves sang, her muscles screamed at the stretch, and she felt the beginnings of a climax creep down her spine.
“Yes!” Spots danced behind her closed eyes, and she gave in to the sensation of being held by him, claimed by him—verbally, physically, mentally. Her eyes closed and her thighs started to shake. He tightened his arm around her, holding her by the throat, keeping her upright when she would have sagged forward.
At the last moment, his other hand released the headboard, reached around, and cupped her possessively between her thighs. He didn’t rub or stroke, but the pressure of his fingers against her sensitized flesh was enough.
Fireworks burst behind her closed lids as she flew into climax. He moved faster as pleasure electrified her blood. A moment later, a deep groan in her ear told her he’d followed her over, and she felt his shaft swell, pulsing inside her, intense heat searing her from the inside.
