My body jerks, needy, even as my brain screams wait.
But Kael isn’t waiting.
He palms my ass, grinding me against him, coaxing shameless moans from my throat.
The water splashes against marble, the candles gutter with the force of it, and still he moves me, hips locked against mine like we’re already one.
When I can’t take another second, I whisper, “Please.”
And he takes.
He presses into me slowly, achingly, filling me inch by inch until I’m stretched around him, trembling, gasping.
The sting is brief, swallowed by the incredible fullness of him.
His forehead rests against mine, his breath ragged.
I feel pressure around my waist, and I look to see his tail, long and forked, is wrapped around me, holding me close.
“You feel so fucking perfect, Telya,” he growls, and it’s like he can’t believe it either. “Like you were made for me. For this.”
The whirlpool roars as he begins to thrust, deep and powerful, the water rising like a tide to match his rhythm.
My nails rake down his back, my body caught between pain and ecstasy, and all I can do is hold on.
“Kael,” I gasp, every syllable torn apart by his pace.
He kisses me like he’s drowning, like he needs me to breathe.
I’m reminded of the whirlpool when I kissed him for oxygen.
His hand tangles in my wet hair, yanking my head back just enough to expose my throat.
He licks down my neck and shoulder to my breast, sucking the tip into his hot mouth.
And his hips? They never stop moving.
“Oh God, I’m close,” I tell him breathlessly, clutching at his shoulders.
“Fuck, you’re so good,” he groans, licking his way back to that space where my neck and shoulder meet.
The water around us swirls and rises, lifting me, holding me in place it seems.
And then—sharp heat starts at the base of my throat.
His fangs pierce my skin.
I cry out, but it’s not fear that rips through me—it’s a lightning bolt.
Pure, hot, unbearable pleasure is flooding every nerve.
My orgasm tears through me so hard I convulse against him, clenching around his cock as he drives into me with a snarl.
The bond ignites.
I feel it.
Whatever magic this is—what did he call it?
