Only when the aftershocks subsided did Tarshi finally rise, his massive form blocking what little light filtered through thestorm. He moved with surprising grace for such a large man, crawling up my body like a jungle cat, all coiled muscle and predatory intent. His skin gleamed with sweat in another flash of crimson lightning, muscles rippling beneath dark skin marked with the battle scars that told his story better than words ever could. His cock stood rigid between us, intimidatingly large even after all our nights together.
“Come here,” I whispered, reaching for him.
Tarshi lowered himself carefully, bracing his weight on his forearms. “Are you ready for me?” His voice was strained, control hanging by a thread.
I wrapped my legs around his waist in answer, his massive erection pressed hot and hard against my thigh as he captured my mouth with his. I tasted myself on his lips, salt and sweetness mingling with the natural spice of his skin.
“Need you,” he whispered against my mouth, his accent thicker with desire. “Now.”
I nodded, spreading my legs wider to accommodate his bulk. Even after all this time, taking him was never easy.
“This will hurt,” he warned, as he always did, though we both knew I wanted the pain as much as the pleasure.
“It always does,” I whispered back, reaching down to guide him.
“You’re ready for me now,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “So wet. So eager. I love it.”
He entered me with agonizing slowness. My body stretched around his girth, the burn of it making me gasp and dig my nails into his shoulders. He paused when I tensed, his muscles trembling with the effort of holding back. He pressed forward, just the tip breaching me, and I bit down on my lip to keep from moaning. The stretch was exquisite, bordering on pain but never quite crossing that threshold. Tarshi knew exactly how to give me what I needed.
“Look at me,” he commanded softly, and I opened my eyes to find his face inches from mine, features tense with restraint. “I want to see your eyes when I fill you.”
Another inch slid inside, and my breath caught. My fingers dug into his shoulders, leaving half-moon indentations in his skin. Thunder crashed outside, drowning out my gasp as he pushed deeper.
“Gods, you’re tight,” he groaned, his accent thicker with desire. “Like you were made for me.”
“Or you for me,” I whispered back, arching as he sank another inch deeper.
Septimus shifted in his sleep, mumbling something unintelligible, and we both froze. Tarshi’s eyes locked with mine, a dangerous smile curving his lips as we waited, suspended in that moment of potential discovery. When Septimus’s snoring resumed, Tarshi leaned down to nip at my earlobe.
“Perhaps we should stop,” he teased, his voice a low rumble against my skin. “Too dangerous.”
I wrapped my legs tighter around him in answer, pulling him deeper. “Don’t you dare.”
He chuckled, the sound vibrating through both our bodies as he continued his slow invasion.
“You’re a dangerous woman,” he whispered, sliding deeper with excruciating slowness. Each inch was a conquest, my body yielding to him reluctantly but inevitably. Lightning flashed again, illuminating the sweat beading on his forehead, the taut muscles of his neck as he fought for control. In that brief moment of crimson light, I saw Septimus shift in his sleep, turning over with a grunt before settling again.
“He’ll kill us both if he wakes,” Tarshi murmured, yet he didn’t stop. Instead, he captured my mouth in a kiss that swallowed my moan as he pushed deeper still.
“Fuck,” he hissed, the rare profanity spilling from his lips as he bottomed out inside me. “You feel like... like coming home.” The fullness was overwhelming, the stretch bordering on pain. But beneath it lay pleasure so intense it brought tears to my eyes.
He remained still within me, allowing my body time to adjust to his impossible size. His forehead pressed against mine, our breaths mingling in the small space between us. Outside, the storm raged on, providing cover for our forbidden union.
“Move,” I urged, digging my heels into the small of his back.
Tarshi withdrew with agonizing slowness until only the head of his cock remained inside me, then pushed forward with equal restraint. The drag of him against my sensitive walls made me bite down on my lower lip until I tasted blood.
“So tight,” he murmured, his accent thickening with each controlled thrust. “Like the first time, every time.”
“Gods,” I breathed against his mouth. “How do you always feel bigger than before?”
His chuckle was a low vibration that resonated through both our bodies. “Perhaps you forget…”
“Never,” I whispered, clenching around him to prove my point. The movement made him hiss through clenched teeth, his massive arms trembling as he held himself above me. “I remember every inch.”
Thunder crashed outside, masking his groan as he withdrew almost completely before sinking back into me with agonizing slowness. The drag of his cock against my walls sent sparks shooting up my spine. He established a rhythm that was torture in its restraint — deep, languid thrusts that had me biting my lip until I tasted blood.
“More,” I demanded, voice barely audible. His lips curved against my neck.
