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Now it's my turn to snort. "Are you insane? I'd break my back."

"Just try it."

I roll my eyes, deciding to humor him so we can move past this conversation. I stand up, take a step forward, crouch down so I can grab him right above his knees, and after a moment of thinking about how it will just make him fall over if I do that, I chide myself for even thinking it's possible and lift.

To my surprise, I manage to lift him off the ground. The shock is evident on my face, but he's already preparing to lean over my shoulder as I easily move him upward. "What?"

"Stand up all the way now," he orders and I follow his directions, my jaw drops open in disbelief.

Then I start giggling. "I'm the one that can carry you thrown over my shoulder."

I can't stop laughing and have to tip him back onto his legs before I drop him. A growl from him and his hands all over my body is all it takes to stop me, though.

"That was beyond attractive, Nasrin," he purrs into my ear. "I need inside of you. Right now."

Then he's spinning me around as my suit recedes and pressing my front into the side of the cave wall, thankfully free of mushrooms and dry from the light that must hit it during the evening. As soon as he pushes a thick finger inside of me, I stop thinking about it.

"Already wet," he hisses out, then makes a deep click of satisfaction before I hear a rustling sound. A moment later, he's lifting me higher, pressing into me, filling me up.

After making sure I've adjusted to him, he starts stroking into me, the new angle opening my eyes to all the possibilities we haven't even explored yet. Each thrust is far more intense like this. I'm already whimpering out my pleasure by the fourth stroke.

I place my hands on the wall so I can push myself back against him, increasing the pleasure as he slaps into me.

"Harder," I urge him.

He surrenders, no longer holding back, as our bodies collide, a slapping sound echoing out of the cave. Over and over, as I crest higher and his breathing becomes more erratic. I'm not prepared when the pleasure hits and I have to quickly clamp down on the scream that starts to rise.

Once he hears it, he increases his pace, pounding into a spot inside of me that takes my breath away, harder and harder until I come again, this time losing track of what's happening around me for a long moment and coming back to awareness as he spins me, then pushes back in as he uses the cave wall to keep me upright and uses his large hands on each thigh to spread me as wide as he can, pushing my knees up toward my chest.

Then he pounds into me, his mouth open and showing all of his teeth and it's so intense it's right on the edge of pain. But I stare into his bright green eyes and take it, urging him on with my gaze until he comes with a roar.

Both of us are panting when he pulls me back from the cave wall, his hands checking my skin to make sure he didn't hurt me. He's twitching inside of me as he rubs his hands all down my back, and cups me to him, grinding into me to keep chasing the pleasure.

After a moment, he moves us back to our bed of grass and I look around our little cave. It is spartan but serviceable. Soon after I'm falling asleep again on it.

***

I wake to the feel of his hands in my hair again. His hands reach around my neck and he pushes all my hair to the back and starts to run his hand through the braids gently, his fingers massaging my scalp.

My eyes flutter shut and I lean against him, gasping softly when a deep rumbling in his chest sends vibrations across my entire body.

"Your hair," he starts speaking, his chin rubbing against the sensitive tips of my ears. "It's changed."

My first instinct is to panic and pull my hair to my face and see what he is talking about, but he beats me to both actions.

He pushes my hair forward so that the braids are spilling over my shoulders and I see that the stark white has been pleasantly interrupted by stripes of black. "It looks so beautiful. I only wish you could be imprinted on me the way I am on you."

I turn to hide my blush.

There is a wistfulness in his voice that lets me know it is something he truly has been thinking about.

I turn around, wrapping my hands around his neck.

He is so much taller than me that my feet are nearly off the ground, but his hands go to cup my rear and he lifts me up.

I feel tingling in my cheeks just as the bioluminescent patterns on his start moving and I lower my face to his.

His mouth meets mine halfway and sparks travel through my body and straight between my legs.

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