The Sacrifice

His tongue moved back to my clit as he thrust—harder, faster, deeper—driving me back up to that edge.

But as soon as he had me there, his tongue left me, his fingers slid out.

He straightened, sitting back on his calves, looking down at me with eyes that were nearly fully red with desire as he grabbed his cock, coating it with my wetness from his fingers before dragging my hips toward him slightly.

I could feel my belly wobble as my walls fluttered, knowing this was it. The wait was over. We were both beyond anything even resembling resistance.

He leaned forward, his cock pressing against my opening, feeling suddenly even bigger, thicker, than I'd realized. It pressed there before pushing a little harder, creating an unexpected burning sensation that had my breath gasping inward.

Ly's gaze slid to mine, wild, but worried.

"No?" he asked, voice tight.

"I...yes," I said, already feeling the burning sensation easing. "You're just... big," I told him, taking a deep, steadying breath.

"I can't make it not hurt," he told me, tone apologetic.

"It's okay," I told him, my hand moving down, grabbing his. "You'll make it better."

He gave me a tight nod at that as his hips shifted forward again, giving me more of the burn as my body adjusted to the invasion.

When he had inched halfway in, he started to rock in his already charted territory, creating that friction my body told me it needed. His free hand moved toward my clit again for a long moment, driving me up.

But then his hands sank into my hips, yanking them toward himself as he slammed forward, taking every inch of me, the pain immediate, making me cry out even as his body curled over mine, lips claiming mine.

"Just give it a minute," he begged against my lips before kissing me. Soft, sweet, deep, distracting me from the pain.

It wasn't long before I could feel that tight ache inside, that deep pressure, having my hips tentatively rocking against him, testing out the sensation, seeing if there was more of that same pain. It was there, at first, but less intense, melting away as my body got hotter, got needier.

"Ly, please," I whimpered, hands going around him, hips moving in small circles.

His head lifted, red eyes on me, reading my face. "Yeah?" he asked, voice a growl.

My walls tightened around him, making him curse.

"Yes," I agreed, nearly mindless with the need for release, somehow knowing it would feel different like this, with him creating this delicious fullness.

He was slow at first, careful, sweet, barely rocking inside me, even as his body seemed to get tighter, more desperate for release.

"I have to," he told me, confusing me for a second before I felt him starting to thrust harder, faster.

"Yes," I whimpered into his ear, fingernails digging into his back as my feet planted, allowing me to move in circles as he kept thrusting.

He balanced his weight on one hand, reaching back to grab my wrist, drawing my hand between our bodies, pressing my fingertips against my clit, giving me the motion, then releasing me, planting again, as I started to work myself.

Ly pushed up slightly, looking down at me with eyes that seemed to dance with flames as he fucked me harder, faster, nearly leaving me completely each time before slamming deep, his voice coming out like animalistic growls, sounds that mingled with my uncontrolled moans and whimpers as my surged higher once more, as I started to tighten around him.

"Fuck. Come, Lenore," he demanded, his body rigid, begging for release. "Come," he demanded again as he thrust forward while my finger instinctively pressed down, creating a pressure that made the orgasm soar through me, my walls contracting around his thickness, creating that sensation I knew would come, but couldn't have known how overwhelming it would feel as the waves kept crashing through me, around him.

On the tail-end of my orgasm, he slammed forward, harder than before, deeper, claiming every bit of me as he let out a growl as his body jolted.

As he came, those wings I had been wondering about burst out from his flesh, spreading wide behind him.

Darkly beautiful.

Magnificent.

"Fuck," he hissed, his weight crashing down on me, crushing me, as he gasped for breath, trying to get some control back over his body. His heartbeat pounded in rhythm with mine, his too-hot body feverish, warming me even as the sweat dried, cooling me.

After a long moment, he shifted slightly, rolling me onto my side against him, his wings closing around me like an embrace, cocooning me in his warmth, tickling over my skin for a moment before they settled.

I had never felt warmer, safer, or more protected from the world.

Or happier.

God, the happiness felt like I had swallowed the sun, like it was bursting out of my fingertips.

There was soreness too—a tenderness between my thighs, an ache in my thigh muscles, but they only seemed to add to the moment as this man's arms held me tight, as his lips pressed into the top of my head.