Page 10 of Kazmyr: Molten for Her
I groaned into her mouth, my hands finally allowing themselves to explore, to trace the curves I'd dreamed of. She gasped when my fingers found the hem of her shirt, slipping beneath to touch bare skin.
"You're burning," she whispered against my lips, but made no move to pull away from the heat.
"For you," I admitted, unable to hide the ragged edge in my voice. "Always for you."
She rocked her hips deliberately against mine, drawing another groan from deep in my chest. The moss hummed with approval, weaving tighter around us, supporting her back as I lowered her carefully onto the living surface.
"Wait," I forced myself to say, even as my body screamed in protest. "There are things you should know about my... anatomy. You can only take part of me tonight. Your human body is?—"
"If you say 'fragile' I swear I'll walk out that airlock." She dug her nails into my shoulders, the sharp sting sending fresh waves of heat through my scars. "I don't break easy, Guardian."
I nearly lost myself right then, the challenge in her eyes more arousing than any submission could ever be. My marks flared bright enough to illuminate her face in gold-blue light, casting shadows across her determined expression.
"Then let me worship you first," I growled, sliding down her body, the moss parting willingly to allow my movement. My hands made quick work of her garments, peeling them away to reveal more of her perfect skin. Each inch exposed sent fresh fire through my veins.
She tensed when I settled between her thighs, but only for a moment. Then her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging with enough force to make my scalp tingle.
"Don't tease," she warned, but her voice had lost its edge, turning breathy with anticipation.
I had no intention of teasing. My tongue found her center with deliberate precision, tasting the sweet heat of her desire. Her back arched off the moss, a strangled cry escaping her throat. The hammock adjusted beneath us, supporting her movements, encouraging the arch of her spine as I worshipped her with my mouth.
Each flick of my tongue drew new sounds from her, each moan sending tremors through my own body. I held her hips firmly as she began to rock against my mouth, her movements growing more frantic as pleasure built.
"Kazmyr," she gasped, her nails raking fire down my scalp. "I need—I want?—"
I knew what she needed. I could taste her readiness, feel the trembling in her thighs that signaled how close she was. But I wanted to hear her surrender, to know she chose this, chose me, with full awareness.
I lifted my head just enough to meet her gaze. "Tell me what you want, Jenna."
Her eyes blazed with frustrated desire. "You," she admitted, the word torn from her as if against her will. "Inside me. Now."
I moved back up her body, the moss hammock adjusting to support us both. Her legs wrapped around my waist again, heels digging into my lower back with impatient demand. I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my erection pulsing with the same gold-blue light as my ember marks.
"Slow," I warned, easing forward with agonizing restraint. "Take me slowly."
She answered by pulling me forward with surprising strength, her body arching to meet mine. I slid into her molten heat with a groan that seemed torn from my very core. The sensation nearly undid me… the tight grip of her body, the heat that rivaled my own internal fire, the way she gasped and trembled beneath me.
"More," she demanded, even as her inner muscles clenched around me in a way that made my vision blur.
"Not yet," I managed, holding still despite her attempts to drive me deeper. "Not all of me. Not the first time."
She looked ready to argue, but I silenced her with a deep thrust that made her eyes widen and her mouth form a perfect 'O' of surprise. I established a rhythm then, giving her as much as I dared, watching her face for any sign of discomfort.
There was none. Only pleasure, building with each roll of my hips against hers. The moss responded to our movements, pulsing beneath us, supporting and encouraging as we found our pace together.
"I choose this," she gasped between thrusts, her nails raking down my back. "Not the registry, not fate. Me. I'm choosing you, Kazmyr."
Her words broke something open inside me. My marks flared brighter than ever, patterns of light dancing across her skin as I moved within her. The marks spread their glow, painting her body in molten patterns that matched the rhythm of our joining.
"Mine," I growled, the possessiveness I'd tried to suppress breaking free. "My mate."
"Yes," she answered, meeting my thrusts with equal force, her body taking me deeper with each movement until I thought she might take the large bulge at the base of my cock. "But you're also mine."
The declaration sent fresh fire through my veins. She was claiming me just as surely as I claimed her. Not a possession but a mutual choosing. My pace quickened, driving us both toward the edge of control.
I felt her body tightening around me, her breathing growing ragged. The moss hammock hummed beneath us, its vibrations adding to the sensation. Her eyes locked with mine, defiant even in surrender.
"Let go," I urged, one hand sliding between us to touch her where we joined. "Show me your fire, Jenna."
