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It squeezed, the fork capturing me, the tips delving downward to plunge inside me and stroke. I gripped the bed so hard I thought my nails might break, trying not to buck up against the fangs poised over me.
I’d never wanted the ability to scream aloud like I did now. All I could do to show the frenzy inside me was pant for breath, letting my body speak for me louder than words. I couldn’t totally lose myself to abandon—not with the sharpness of his mouth and hands—but I couldn’t hold back, either.
Bane kept his hands on me, preventing my thrusting hips from driving too close to his fangs. He made growling sounds of satisfaction, his eyes on me as the tips of his tongue plunged in mercilessly, the bifurcation squeezing in a slow, rhythmic beat.
My core was soaked, feeling swollen and needy, and I didn’t want to shatter into orgasm before I’d gotten my wish: to feel him, all of him, and have him release inside me.
Bane, I signed with one hand. Crescents from my own nails stood out red against my palm. Let me.
I couldn’t think of the words. There was nothing but the rising tide of heat in my core, the endless teasing of my clit that was driving me rapidly to the edge.
But he slowed. The tips of his tongue withdrew, and he dragged the prongs over me in a long, smooth motion. My legs shook, muscles turning to jelly.
“There is no question that you’re delicious,” he said, his voice rougher than usual by far.
I took a deep breath, willing myself to hold on for a little longer. I’d been curious about him for so long that having him at my whim now was driving me mad with lust.
Lay down, I told him, patting the bed. I straddled him when he obeyed, stretching out the full length of his solid body.
He was large, no doubt about it. But I was willing to try.
I ran my hands over his chest, savoring the smooth heat of his skin, the velvet texture. My fingertips trailed over the exaggerated ridges of his stomach, moving lower—the striations grew closer together as I descended the V of muscle.
In the moonlight, his eyes flashed warily, less amber and more the color of a pale autumn moon. “Go slow, Cirri. Don’t hurt yourself.”
I wrapped my hand around his cock, ru
The head, with its flared crown… it gave me pause. The barbs weren’t sharp by any means, blunted at the tips, but once he was inside me, he would be locked in place.
I tipped forward, angling myself until the smooth head nudged against my center. Bane sucked in a breath, and it was his turn to dig his fingers into the blankets, to hold himself as a trembling statue beneath me.
I was wet, heated and ready, but he was still massive. There was no comparison to the humans I’d experienced. My hips sank down, the pressure increasing as the crown of barbs fought to push past my entrance, a hint of pain lurking.
For a moment, fear and disappointment lurched inside me. He was right, it was too much; there was nothing to be gained here but hurt. We’d never be able to experience this.
But my wetness coated him, and with a final jolt of pressure he pushed inside me. Bane grunted again, every muscle twitching with the urge to hold himself back.
I paused, a quiver ru
No way back, so I went forward. Lowered myself another inch, the ridges of his cock somehow smooth enough to slide over, textured enough that I felt every inch with extreme clarity.
Gods, I’d never felt anything like it. He might not be able to pull free, but the texture inflamed me, stoking the neediness higher. I kept going, lowering inch by inch, hyper-aware of each one.
When I reached what I thought was my limit, I rose up again—the ribbed cock testing my willpower to the limit, his barbed crown making me shiver as it lightly grazed my cha
His eyes flashed with nightshine, his hips convulsing upwards once. “Gods, fuck me.”
I am, I signed smugly, and sank back onto him a little.
Bane snarled, hips jerking to drive him deeper—there was another jolt of pain. The shine of his eyes vanished when he closed them, his entire body going still. He took deep, even breaths, a fine sheen of sweat on his forehead.
I loved him, that he would make this effort for me.
But it wasn’t possible to take him fully. He was larger than a human male, with those barbs, and there was no way that more than a few inches would make it inside.
Bane. I stroked his chest.
He opened his eyes to mere slits, gleaming yellow.
Bite me. Give me a drop of venom.
“Are you in pain?” he asked, a low rumble in his voice.
I debated downplaying it, trying to brute-force my way through, but if he guessed… he would never try again. It would be horribly disrespectful to lie after he’d pushed his own worries aside and granted me this wish. A little, yes. You’re too big.
His eyes opened wider. “I can’t…”
I have an idea. Flip us over. Lay me down under you, but don’t push further.
His breath grew faster as he gripped me around the waist, carefully maneuvering our locked-together bodies around until I laid under him, nestled in the bedding heated by his skin.
He remained arched over me on his hands and knees, and I wriggled, adjusting myself until his cock was angled to push in just a little more.
Bane groaned, his hips pulsing forward—he slid forward until he came to an abrupt halt, half of his shaft still outside me.
That’s as far as you can go for now, I said, swallowing any feelings of shame. It had been worth it. I’ll do the rest.
He nodded jerkily, his chest heaving, and slid out slowly only to thrust again.
I wrapped my hand around him, stroking as he pumped into me. The pressure eased, the rasp of barbs and ridges becoming more pleasure than pain.
The low growls he exhaled on every breath drove me mad, the glow of his eyes matching the heat burning in my core. The desperate urge to take more filled me, even knowing it was impossible.
He braced himself on one hand, splaying the other over my belly. His thumb slipped down, the pad covering my clit, stroking smooth circles with every thrust.
I pushed against him, both of us sweating and panting, our eyes locked where our bodies met. The sight of his massive cock driving in hit me like a meteor, the liquid thrill of climax ripping through me.
I fell back, unable to hold myself together as my muscles shook, my pussy clamping around him, stars shattering behind my eyes.
Bane snarled, giving another deep thrust, his thumb still driving against my clit. His cock pulsed, hot and heavy—with a ragged groan he pushed as far as he could, spilling himself inside me.
I felt the heat of it, the intensity. He gasped for breath, arched over me, eyes shining bright.
“A moment,” he whispered, his voice cracking.
It was several minutes before he softened, barbs retracting, before he could pull himself free. We collapsed together, sheened with sweat.
“I thought it would help to devour you first.” He spoke in nearly a whisper. “The wetness helped. I knew it couldn’t be… all of it.”
I sat up, and Bane reached for me, his fingertips trailing over my breast, circling a nipple and moving to my waist.
That was just the first time. A year and a day, yes? We have time to figure it out.
“I can live without it, if it means keeping you whole.” He shook his head. “Nothing would be worse than…”
He trailed off.
Now I understood what he meant, his fear that he would tear me apart. He’d meant it quite literally: not with teeth or claws, but by driving too deep, too hard, forgetting my human body was incapable of taking it.
Maybe you can, but I want all of you. I tapped his nose, and he looked at me like an offended cat before breaking into a smile. Fortunately, we’re both driven people and I think we can find a creative alternative or two. Don’t be gloomy. I loved every second.
He chuckled. “Don’t get me wrong, I haven’t felt this good in years. I’ve been wanting to fill you with my seed from the moment I laid eyes on you.” He traced his fingers across my lower belly. “Now that the idea’s in my head, I want to see your belly all round with my babies.”
A soft pulse of desire wound through me. The blood sigil inscribed over my womb only prevented pregnancy, not the desire to get pregnant.
There’s a sigil on me, I told him, briefly pressing my hand to the spot. Until the time is right. But I really, really want to try more.
His mouth split into a lazy grin. “Just say the word, my lady. You know I can’t resist.”
First of all, though, where did you learn to do that with your tongue? I eyed his mouth with avid curiosity. I never would have guessed a forked tongue would be so… intriguing and agile. Did you have to practice?
An odd expression crossed his face; it took me a moment to understand he was bashful.
“I haven’t so much as kissed a woman since I became a fiend, until I met you. I’ve just had a lot of time on my hands to imagine what I wanted to do.” He gave me that warm, loving look, tempered with embarrassment.
Don’t be shy. I was no master of seductive smiles, but I stroked his chest, tracing the crests of his horned clavicles. I’m open to all sorts of imaginings.
“It’s possible for someone to be too perfect.” He squinted at me.
What are you suggesting?
“That I was stabbed to death the second I walked into the Silver Cathedral and saw you. This is the afterlife. You’re one of your Lady’s angels.”
Oh dear. You’ve figured it out. But would an angel do this?
I kissed his chest, laving him with teeth and tongue, working my way down over his muscled abdomen. By the time my teeth grazed over the thick cut of muscle to his cock, he was already hard again, the barbs rising from his cockhead.
“If this is my afterlife, then yes. I don’t want any timid, virginal angels in my paradise.” Bane lifted my haunches with ease, planting me on his chest. He scooted my hips backwards, his tongue lashing at my sensitized clit. “I want a particular book-loving human who won’t take no for an answer.”
He couldn’t see me sign; I was already kissing my way up his length. We would both be wrung out by the time the sun rose, finding our release in other ways until we figured it out.
A year and a day. There was nothing to it, as long as I could keep him.