A strangled growl escapes his throat, his fingers flexing involuntarily as he feels the heat of me. His eyes lock with mine, a question burning in them. I nod, giving him silent permission to explore.
His fingers delve deeper, parting my folds with a tentative touch that sends shivers down my spine. He’s clumsy at first, his movements uncertain, but the raw hunger in his eyes is unmistakable. He wants this. Wants me.
I guide his thumb to my clit, showing him the sensitive bundle of nerves that sends sparks through my body when touched. His eyes seem to glow as he feels the reaction, a low vibration in his chest as he starts rubbing in slow circles.
“Wah-ter,” he groans, his forehead pressed against mine. The images in his mind are a whirlwind—flashes of my body, my face, the feelings coursing through him. It’s overwhelming. Intense.
He lifts me again, bracing me against the stone as I reach for him, wrapping my hand around his length, stroking him in time with the movements of his fingers. He growls, his hips bucking into my touch, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
“I want you inside me,” I whisper, guiding the head of his cock to my entrance. His eyes flick up to mine, a mix of fear and anticipation swirling in their golden depths.
His forehead presses to mine, and I shove the images at him—his hips snapping into me, my nails raking his back, the obscene stretch of him filling me completely.
The second he understands, he moves.
No gentle easing in. One hand fists in my hair, tilting my head back as he drives into me with a single brutal thrust. The stretch burns—fuck, he’s huge—and I scream, my spine arching off the stone. Claws dig into my thighs hard enough to draw blood, but I don’t give a shit because yes, yes, finally—
Rok freezes. His whole body locks up like he’s been speared, muscles trembling.
“Jus-teen.” His voice is shredded, rough like he’s been screaming. His pupils are blown black, but he’s holding himself still, even though I can feel him twitching inside me. “Hurts?”
I choke out a laugh. “Yes. No. Don’t stop.”
When I clench around him, his snarl shakes the cave walls.
His jaw clenches, his muscles taut as he holds himself still, every inch of him trembling beneath my touch. He’s fighting himself, barely holding back, and the sight of him—this massive, powerful warrior brought to the edge by me—is enough to make my core clench around him.
He groans, his head falling forward to rest against my shoulder, his breath hot against my neck. His teeth graze the tender skin there, and my eyes roll over as I groan.
My nails drag down his back as I shift slightly, adjusting to his size. The movement sends a jolt of pleasure through me, and I gasp, my hips instinctively rocking against him.
“Move,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “Rok, please. I need you to move.”
He growls again, his hands tightening on my hips as he pulls back slowly, the thick length of him dragging against my inner walls in a way that makes my toes curl. And then he thrusts back in, harder this time, and the force of it knocks the breath from my lungs.
“Jus-teen,” he groans, his voice desperate as he starts moving, his hips rolling in a slow, earth-shattering rhythm. Each thrust is deep, powerful, pulling me apart and putting me back together again.
His forehead is against mine again, our breaths mingling as his golden eyes burn into me, full of awe and hunger and something deeper—something that shatters everything I thought I knew.
“You feel…perfect.” His lips brush against mine. “You are perfect.”
I shudder at his words, my body tightening around him as pleasure coils low in my belly. “No, you’re perfect,” I whisper back.
His hands slide down to my thighs, gripping them tightly as he lifts me higher against the wall. The new angle has him hitting deeper, harder, and I cry out, my head falling back as my legs tighten around his waist.
“Rok,” I gasp, my voice a broken plea.
He growls low in his throat, his hips snapping harder now, his rhythm growing more urgent. His claws dig lightly into the soft flesh of my thighs, and the slight sting only heightens the pleasure coursing through me.
“You’re…mine.” His golden eyes blaze as they lock onto mine. “My Jus-teen. My female.”
I should tell him absolutely not. That there’s no way this would work out between us. But the words don’t come. Instead, all that leaves my lips, my thoughts, is a broken, surrendering, “Yes.”
The word seems to snap something inside him. He lifts me higher, his hands gripping my ass as he pulls me away from the wall, holding me in the air like I weigh nothing. He thrusts up into me, deeper than before, and I scream his name, my nails digging into him.
“Feel you.” Even in his thoughts, his voice is tight with desperation. “So good. So…wet.”
I can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but hold on as he fucks me, his pace relentless now. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through me, and I can feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in my belly, ready to snap.
I don’t think it will happen. Unfortunately, I’ve never been one of those girls who could come with only penetration. But this is different. Rok is different. And his cock. It really is like it was made just for me.
“Rok,” I gasp, my voice breaking. “I’m gonna—I’m—”
My orgasm crashes over me and I scream his name as my body tightens around him, gripping him like a vice. Pleasure pulses through me in wave after wave, leaving me trembling in his arms.
Rok groans, his thrusts growing erratic. His golden eyes lock onto mine, his gaze blazing with intensity. “Mine.”
“Yes,” I gasp, my voice barely audible. “Yours.”
He grunts, his head falling back as his body tenses beneath me. I feel him throb inside me, his cock pulsing as he comes, filling me with his release. The sensation is overwhelming, and a delicious shiver runs through me as I pant, gasping as I cling to him.
For a long moment, neither of us moves. Our breaths mingle in the quiet of the cave, our bodies trembling as the aftershocks of pleasure roll through us. His forehead presses against mine again, his golden eyes softening as they meet mine.
“You…are a miracle.”
I smile, my heart swelling at the possessiveness in his tone. I cup his face, brushing my thumb over his jaw. And as I rest my head against his chest, his strong arms still wrapped around me, I know one thing is certain. There’s no turning back from this. Not now. Not ever.
Chapter 31
WHAT JUST HAPPENED? (AND CAN WE DO IT AGAIN?)
ROK
The universe has shifted.
In all my cycles, I have hunted the great beasts of the dust. I have fought rival clans and survived the black winds. I have shed blood and suffered wounds that would have killed lesser beings. But nothing—nothing—has prepared me for this.