Appreciation with a tinge of excitement stirred in his eyes, his lips softly brushing against mine.
“Anything for you, little flame.”
He grasped my hips, steadying me as he shifted our bodies, guiding me back against the thick furs until the world narrowed to the warmth of the cavern and the heat of him between my thighs. The heavy length of him pressed against me, the blunt head finding the place where my body throbbed with anticipation.
A shaky breath escaped me when he dragged himself slowly through my slick folds, coating himself in the evidence of how desperately my body had begun to crave him. The friction sent a pulse of heat curling low in my belly, my fingers tightening instinctively against his shoulders.
His hands tightened slightly on my hips, anchoring me in place while he lowered his forehead to my temple, his breath warm against my skin.
Talon shifted forward slowly, the thick tip of him slowly entering me.
“Breathe and take me,” he murmured quietly.
I realized that he was holding himself still for me, restraining the obvious tension coiled through his body while he waited for me to adjust.
“You already have my soul,” he continued softly. “Let me give you the rest of me.”
I shifted beneath him, allowing my hips to tilt, allowing the slow pressure of him to press further inside.
My body tensed around him, unprepared for the sheer heat of him. My fingers tightened in his shoulders, the muscles beneath my palms flexing in response.
He did not move.
Not even when my inner walls clenched around him.
Instead, his thumb brushed slowly along the curve of my hip as he continue inching his way forward.
I felt my body yield to the fullness of him, only tensing slightly when his pelvis pressed to mine and he was fully seated inside of me.
Talon sighed, his head dropping to the crook of my neck. “All of me belongs to you, little flame.”
He gave a shallow thrust of his hips, the movement softening the burn into pleasure.
“Talon,” I gasped.
The fullness of him pressed into places inside me that felt impossibly sensitive, the slow glide of him filling me until my back arched off the furs.
“Perfect,” he ground out. “Made for me.”
A shiver ran down my spine at his words. Because he was right, every inch of him filled me so utterly, so perfectly, I could barely tell where I ended and he began.
His hips began a steady pace, each thrust driving me deeper into the furs beneath my back.
My fingers loosened on his shoulders, sliding upward into the dark strands of his hair as I pulled him closer, pressing my forehead against his.
“I want it all,” I pleaded, my hips arching up to meet him.
“Kaelia,” Talon groaned against my throat. “I will not be able to hold back.”
My fingers dug into the cords of his neck, pulling his lips down to mine. His mouth crashed against mine, messy and raw, his tongue thrusting deep to tangle with mine.
“I do not want you to,” I whispered against him.
He tucked his face back into the hollow of my neck and groaned.
The muscles beneath my palms flexed and tightened, his breath growing heavier where his mouth pressed against myneck. A low sound rumbled through his chest as his hips rolled forward again, deeper this time, the motion drawing a startled gasp from my lips.
He repeated the motion, giving a sharper thrust, hitting a spot deep inside me that had my toes curling.