“Fuck, viyella, you feel so perfect,” I groan, nuzzling her neck and pressing her thighs wider apart with my fingers.
I rear up and—gods be damned—I swear the air leaves my lungs.
For a moment, I only look at her.
My Telya.
Her long hair is fanned out like spun gold across the pillows, her blue eyes like two twin pools, luminous in the lantern glow.
“You are mine,” I tell her, voice thick with the truth I can no longer keep locked inside. “Not because I demand it. Not because Fate decreed it. But because you belong to me as much as I belong to you.”
“Do you mean that?” she asks, tears welling in her eyes.
I nod, feeling the poignancy of this moment crashing in on me like a hurricane.
“Oh yes, I mean it, Phoebe Sewell. You are my trueviyella. Right here and now, I claim you. Every breath. Every heartbeat. Tell me you want that. Tell me you want to be mine.”
Her lips part, and she nods, whispering, “I want that, too.”
I kiss her again, pouring every ounce of my need, my reverence, my tidal hunger into her.
The world narrows to the warmth of her body beneath mine, the thrum of her pulse answering the beat of my own.
She’s soft and impossibly warm beneath me.
I cup the back of her head, cradling her like she’s precious. Because she is.
Her small fingers curl into my sides, and fuck, but I am trembling now.
Then I crash my lips to hers in a kiss that is anything but gentle.
Her back arches, I slide my cock along her soaked lips—just to tease, just to tempt.
“Kael,” she murmurs, her fingers clutching at me now.
“What is it, Telya? Impatient for me?”
She whimpers. And I press my body against hers, leaving not a breadth of space.
I lick into her mouth, feeding her my tongue as I continue the slow torture.
When we’ve both had enough—when my cock is near to bursting and her sweet pussy is dripping down her thighs, I notch myself at her entrance.
“Are you ready for me, Telya?” I ask, meeting her gaze.
Her pupils are blown, and our heartbeats are pounding so loud, it’s like a drum line inside our tent.
“Take me then, now,” I growl, closing my mouth over her neck where her claiming bite hums, and I shove my length inside her—making us one.
I feel her walls stretch, and I can’t help it, I groan.
“Relax for me, Telya. That’s it. Good girl,” I whisper, rewarding her with a long kiss I know she likes.
Her legs drop further, and I growl, sliding from her heat and pushing back in, again and again. I quickly find a rhythm we both like. Her hands grab on to my ass, squeezing my cheeks as I begin to rock.
This is so good. So perfect and natural. Her body is made for mine, and I know I never want to be anywhere else.
“You’re so perfect. You are all things, Telya. Mine,” I murmur, dropping kisses on her neck, shoulders, and breasts.
