My eyes snag on a peculiar-looking cane sitting in one corner. It’s too slender to be of any practical use, but its faded lacquer tells me it’s been well used anyway. “What’s that for?”
Lucen follows my gaze as he tugs down his undergarments.
“Just an old heirloom.”
His cock bounces free, causing all other thoughts to take flight.
Oh, fuck. That’s supposed to fit?
His eyes rake over me as he shakes his head.
“Fuck, Raia... You’re so perfect.”
An uncomfortable truth rises.
“Um... I think I should tell you something. Before we do this.”
He huffs a laugh as he climbs over me, laying me down beneath him as I neatly part my wings beneath me and my tail coils around his thigh.
“Whatever it is, it won’t change my mind.”
“I’m a virgin.”
Lucen grows very still before his forehead drops to mine.
“I won’t pretend I deserve to be your first, but I do plan to be the last.”
His words steal my breath and are swift to bring watery emotion to my eyes.
I nod against him. “Please.”
Lucen’s lips capture mine—the action so tender and sweet it makes the emotion in my chest pinch tighter. Bracing himself on one arm, his free hand lifts one of my legs over his shoulder.
A whimper escapes me as the crown of his cock prods at my entrance. He grunts, breaking our kiss as his muscles shudder with barely held restraint, as his hips give subtle thrusts, gradually working his way inside me. My core spasms at the intrusion of being stretched around his girth.
“Fucking hells..."
My nails sink into the muscled flesh of his ass, trying to drag him deeper inside me. “I need more..."
Lucen’s dark chuckle feels like a purr. “Take a deep breath for me, love.”
Heeding his guidance, I draw in a deep breath. Lucen’s hips punch forward, piercing my hymen, and I cry out from thesharp, stabbing pain. Lucen settles his weight on me, stroking the hair from my face as my body adjusts, and he peppers my face with kisses.
“You’re doing so well, sweetling.”
When the tension in my body diminishes, his hips start to move. We groan in unison at the sensation. I’m stretched so tightly around him, each deep, slow thrust forward tugs my clit towards his cock. My eyes roll back as I arch against him. “Oh, fuck, Lucen.”
His thrusts intensify, filling the room with the lewd sound of our coupling—the wet smacking of flesh. A sound that I now realize I like and further spurs my rapidly approaching orgasm.
Lucen’s words are growled so intensely that he almost sounds angry.
“Gods damn it, Raia... I love you.”
My heart swells to send tears streaking down my temples in time with the orgasm crashing over me. “I love you, too.”
Lucen’s features tense with emotion, and his hips slam harder before stuttering. A low groan of ecstasy resonates from his chest as his cock pulses inside me, turning his slowing thrusts obscenely wet.
I realize then that I have never felt so full, content, and safe. The joy of which is swiftly swallowed by the fear that it will all be taken away, but I refuse to let it creep in. Lucen slips out of me as he shifts to his side, only to thrust back inside and pull me against his chest.