“It is.” Slicing through her, deeper and deeper. “The path is never easy.”
He stopped with his cock buried to the hilt. Mala bucked under him in desperate frustration. His gaze hot, Kavik licked his fingertips before sliding his hand between them. She shuddered as he brushed her clitoris—then screamed when he gently tugged with slick fingers. Heat rushed up under her skin. Kavik groaned and tugged again. Mala sobbed his name and her thighs fell away from his hips. Her sheath clenched around his shaft with each soft caress, as if trying to pull him deeper.
“This,” he ground out. “Better?”
So much. She arched beneath him. “Hard, now. Hard.”
He drew back, and his cock was drenched in her need, the heavy shaft glistening. Slowly he thrust into her again, with no resistance, no invasion, just a long sweet stroke that stoked fire through her veins. Helplessly she moaned and tilted her hips to take him deeper.
Withdrawing his fingers from between them, Kavik braced his elbow beside her shoulder. Letting go of her wrists, he fisted his fingers in her hair. Laughing, Mala took hold of his.
“Now,” he said hoarsely.
His cock drove deep. Her scream was cut short by another savage thrust, and she cried out again before setting her teeth against steely muscle. Kavik groaned, grinding hard between her thighs. The brutal pressure against her clitoris burst into stars behind her eyes.
Ruthlessly, he pushed her left knee up to her shoulder and fucked deeper.
Mala couldn’t get enough, couldn’t get close enough. With open-mouthed kisses, she tasted the saltiness of his chest and the bleeding mark on his throat. Her hands dragged down his flexing back. His cock surged into her, each heavy thrust striking harder, winding her body tighter.
“I love you,” she whispered against his skin.
Abruptly he pulled away from her, leaving her empty. His cock stood reddened and thick. His gaze was feral.
Mala licked her lips and reached for him. Kavik trapped her wrists and flipped her onto her stomach. His big hand pinned the back of her neck. He dragged her up to her knees and mounted her like a beast, his rigid length spearing deep.
The bedding muffled her scream. He slammed into her again and orgasm crashed through her, writhing along her spine and jerking her hips even as he pounded harder into her convulsing sheath. She sobbed his name, fingers clenching.
Then he slowed, slowed. Reverent kisses trailed across her shoulders.
With a blissful sigh, Mala stretched beneath him, widening her knees. So sweet, this fucking. Sweet and tender and slow, and when the shattering pleasure splintered through her again, she needed to know this pleasure was his, too.
“Come into me, warrior,” she urged. “Fill me with a river of your seed.”
A primitive groan sounded behind her. Hard fingers bit into her hips and his cock stroked deeper, faster, before his body abruptly stilled. His shaft throbbed the release of his seed and her sheath clenched around him, stealing her breath with the unexpected ecstasy of it. Moaning, she turned her face against the bed.
His breath a hot shudder against her ear, he withdrew and rolled her over atop him. She went bonelessly, muscles still quivering. The full moon gazed down on them, and she thanked the goddesses for giving her a strong heart and a resilient sheath.
“Ale?” Mala asked when she could catch her breath. When Kavik grunted, she reached for the wineskin she’d put beside the bed. He sat up and drank with her, then pulled her over his lap, her thighs straddling his.
He kissed her, and it warmed her better than any drink. She slipped her arms around his neck. Already his cock stood hard again.
She grinned and tasted his mouth. “Was I worth the wait?”
“Worth waiting forever,” he said gruffly.
“Instead you’ll have me that long,” she said and rose over his straining shaft. “Now we’ll ride together.”
His hands caught her waist, holding her in place. Concern deepened his voice. “Are you raw?”
A little. She didn’t care. Biting her lip, she sank onto him, her head falling back as he filled her.
Groaning, Kavik licked the crescent moon at the base of her throat, then rasped against her stinging skin, “Was I worth the pain?”
“And so much more,” she breathed, taking him deeper. Her beast. Her warrior. Her heart.
Having him was worth everything.