With one arm around my waist, his other hand grips my hip to hold me close as he begins to stroke into me. At first, his movements are slow and shallow, allowing my body to adjust.
Small shivers of pleasure ripple through me and I moan into his mouth. “More, Varus.”
His gaze holds mine as he pulls back and thrusts into me. My mouth falls open and his name leaves my lips in a breathless sigh.
He changes the angle of his hips, sinking impossibly deeper. Never did I imagine my first time would be like this. Every inch of my skin is sensitive and each movement of his stav inside me brings new pleasure.
His strokes become longer and deeper. I get lost in the sensation of our bodies moving as one. Nothing exists beyond this moment with him. Desire coils tightly in my core with each thrust of his hips up into mine.
Intense heat bursts inside me and I inhale sharply at the overwhelming and delicious sensation. “What is that?” I barely manage.
He growls low in his chest, clenching his jaw as he struggles to maintain his control. “My precum to soften and open your womb, preparing you to accept my essence. I will fill you so full of my seed that every male within several arcums will know you are mine, and that I have claimed you. I will take you many times this night, my linaya.”
His words ignite desire deep inside me. The small muscles of my channel quiver and flex around his length as he picks up his pace, pulling me toward the edge as I chase my release. He growls as his rhythm begins to stutter, then he thrusts deep, setting off a cascade of intense pleasure that washes through me as I reach my climax and stars explode behind my eyes.
He holds me close in an almost crushing embrace and I surrender myself completely as his length begins to pulse deep inside me. He roars my name as a wave of intense warmth erupts from his stav as he fills me with his essence, triggering another orgasm even stronger than the last as his seed floods my womb.
His stav is still buried deep inside me as he captures my mouth in a branding kiss. I cup his cheek and he drops his forehead to mine, closing his eyes as he inhales deeply.
“You are mine, Lilliana,” he whispers. “My beautiful mate.”
“And you’re mine,” I reply, relaxing in his embrace.
I gasp and moan as he begins moving his hips against mine.
“I need you again,” he rasps.
I hold him close, arching into his every stroke as I’m swept away into blissful pleasure.
Chapter 21
Lilliana
In the morning, I wake to his head between my thighs. I look down to find his eyes on me as he runs his tongue through my soft folds, gently teasing the sensitive bud of flesh at the apex.
My head falls back, and a soft moan escapes my lips. I reach for him, gripping his horns, urging him to continue.
I comb my hands through his hair, grasping the silky strands between my fingers as he relentlessly laps at my folds. He presses a finger into my channel, once again teasing his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves, and I cry out his name as pleasure ripples through me.
I gently tug at his hair, pulling his body up so his face is even with mine. I open my thighs to cradle his hips and gasp as the head of his stav slowly begins to enter me.
With each movement of his hips, he strokes long and deep inside me until I’m breathless and panting beneath him. I run my hands down his back, feeling his strong muscles flex beneath my fingers as he thrusts deep into me.
He stares down at me, his dark green eyes full of love. He captures my mouth with his own. I wrap my arms and legs tightly around him and he groans low in his throat. “You are mine, Lilliana.”
“Yours,” I agree in a breathless whisper as he erupts deep inside me, filling me with his seed. My release follows his and I cry out his name as wave after wave of pleasure moves through my body.
When he doesn’t pull away but instead begins to stroke deep within me again, I consider telling him to stop; that I need to rest. My entire body is sore, especially between my thighs. My muscles tremble slightly as I wrap my legs around him, unaccustomed to maintaining this position for as long as they did last night. However, when he quickens his pace and begins to thrust long and deep, a low moan escapes me. I love the delicious friction of his ridged stav deep in my channel, hitting me in all the right places and driving my pleasure to new heights.
My toes begin to curl, already anticipating my next release. I love the sensation of his strong, muscular body covering mine.
I want him—all of him.
I cry out, digging my nails into his back as he grips my hips firmly, pinning me to the mattress. He roars my name as he erupts deep inside me, filling me again with the delicious warmth of his seed.
Panting heavily, he collapses. He carefully keeps his weight balanced on his elbows on either side of me to avoid crushing me. I’m surprised not only at his stamina but also at how he’s able to remain inside me after he has found his release. I’ve heard human men can’t do this, and I strongly doubt that human men could make love as many consecutive times as we did last night.
I wrap my arms around him and hold him close, enjoying the masculine spice and cinnamon scent
