Once he's finished, and I sit there on the bed, I continue.
"Lay down," I say softly. Breathlessly.
He does. His long blue tail, splaying out to the side.
I look at it. Thinking of how it wrapped around me. Holding me tight.
What other wonders could it be used for?
My cheeks flush.
"What are you thinking of?" Ra'Sa demands.
I blink, and I feel my skin grow hotter.
"I think I would enjoy it if you bound my hands and held me tight today," I say.
A predatory smile spreads across his face. He sits up and reaches for me.
"Whatever you'd like," he says, and then wraps me up and pulls me close to him.
The feel of our skin pressed together heightens my arousal. Gods, he envelops me. Safe. So safe. So held together.
The soft, suede tail binds my hands around my back as he kisses me. I grind against his hips, feeling the slickness there. He growls into my mouth. He kisses my jaw, my earlobe, my neck, and then my collarbone.
When he returns to my neck, I feel half insane with desire.
"I'm ready, Ra'Sa. Fill me," I command. He smiles and then does that as well.
The sensation is sweet, but it is not quite as sweet as the knowledge that he complies to my wishes so eagerly.
The pressure at my entrance gives way to such exquisite fullness. It is beautiful.
"Yes," I sigh.
His lips return to mine as he moves. And then, slowly, I find them back at my throat. He presses on my tender skin in the exact location where his own mating marks show.
May I?
How could I have bound my life with his in every way while my neck remains unmarked?
I wanted it all.
"You may," I say softly.
I can feel the way his heartbeat races, pressed against my chest. When he returns to the spot, his movements are more frantic, more desperate. He moves too fast. This will be over before I finish. The thought makes me want to cry. The pressure, the fullness, the closeness, I can't let it end yet.
"Ra'Sa," I say, breathless at the pressure at the side of my throat increases. "This feels good. Don't come yet."
He grunts his acknowledgment as the pressure gives way to sharp pain in my neck. His movements slow, becoming more even as he licks the hurt. When he removes his mouth from my skin, I see his lips are slightly purple.
"Like this?" he asks.
"Yes,” I pant.
He groans and presses further into me. The slide of his skin against mine is beautiful.
"Gods, I haven't ever had it this good. Don't let it end,” I moan.