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“Never.”
He pulled back and slid upward, his cock replacing his tongue. He slid it along her slit until it was wet with her juices. And then he paused at her entrance.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
Her gaze zeroed in on his erection and her breath stuttered. It was huge, far larger than any human’s. It was a shade darker than the bronze of his skin and both wide and thick. But what caught her attention was the mounds pulsating around his length. Bizarrely, they seemed to move in the same pattern as the heartbeat of the planet.
How would those mounds feel when they pulsated within her? She shivered at the thought. There was a large knot at the base of his cock and her brows drew together in confusion. What purpose did that serve? Did it... Her breath caught. Did it go inside ofher?
“Does that knot end up inside of me during sex?” she finally asked nervously. “Wouldn’t that hurt?”
He shook his head. “It will not. The mounds release a secretion that gives you immense pleasure when we’re knotted together. It also helps your passage expand so everything fits appropriately.”
“Does the knot hold us together?”
“Affirmative.”
“But it doesn’t hurt?” She glanced up at him. “Just checking.”
“It will not hurt you. Iso swear.”
Cautiously, he slipped more fully between her thighs and notched himself at her opening. He thrust inward a bare inch and she shuddered at both the intense pleasure and the painful tightness. Fluid gathered, hers and his, combining in a sweetness that had her arching towardhim.
“Slow,” he urged. “There’s no rush.”
No rush? Her body disagreed. Totally. “More. Please.”
He eased in a little further and the mounds pulsed against her walls in the most delicious rhythm she’d ever experienced. Slowly, but surely, he worked his way in until he bottomed out. Then his hips found a steady rhythm that pressed into her deeper each time, the motion deliberate and powerful. The air between them turned molten. Their breathing matched, their bodies straining to keep pace with the growingheat.
She recognized his restraint, the taut constraint in every motion, the promise behind each measured thrust. His vitality surrounded her, anchoring her as he claimed her rhythm, claimed her completely. He lowered his head to her shoulder, his breath rough, his golden canines scraping across her collarbone, his words a low growl meant for her alone.
Each motion became an unspoken order. Yield. Take. Answer. She met him, breath to breath, until the world slipped away and only the cadence of their bodies remained. He slowed to keep her with him, to draw the moment longer, to make it lastuntil she trembled beneath him. The mounds drove her insane, rippling in an unending pattern.
When release finally found her, it rose like dawn, slow and unstoppable. It shimmered through her veins, stealing her breath, breaking her apart in waves of light. The petals held. The air held. He held. And the knot temporarily formed tight inside her, locking them together in a powerful connection.
Light swept the interior of the bloom. It moved like water over stone, like a hush that turns to song. She drifted back slowly, drawn by his hands, pulled by the steady rise and fall of his chest. He kissed her mouth and tasted of heat and sweetness. She caught his lower lip between her teeth and he shuddered, the sound that left him quiet andraw.
“Again,” she whispered.
His laugh was breathless. “Affirmative.”
He covered her, body to body, the fit sheer perfection. He entered her with an urgency that broke into possession, adeep, desperate slide that stole her breath and gave it back in pieces. She clung to him, one hand at his shoulder and one at the back of his neck. He moved with a restraint that never quite hid the fire under it. Every stroke built on the last. Every kiss stole the words she might havesaid.
“Tell me if it is too much,” he said, barely a whisper.
“It’s perfect.”
His rhythm grew harder. Bolder. The Valenmark kept time like a drum beat. The petals trembled and the glow climbed. She lifted into him, taking him deeper, each breath a promise. He framed her face with his hands and held her eyes while he moved inside her, while the bloom lit and dimmed as if the planet watched and approved.
“Emmeline,” he whispered, and the way he said it unraveledher.
The sound of her name in his mouth turned her soft and fierce at once. He kissed her again, slow and complete, and when he lifted his head she saw everything in him. Need and determination. Vow and hunger. Awarrior who had been forged for distance choosing closeness as if it were a weapon and agift.
The climb seemed endless. The summit became inevitable. She knew the exact moment he lost the last of his control because his jaw went tight and his breath fell ragged and his hands tightened against her skin. She touched his face. He pressed into her hand like a man taking a blessing. He drove harder and she took him, opening, matching, giving back everything he asked for and everything he did not know toask.
Release broke fast and clean. The bond between them blazed white, afierce bright cord that pulled and held. Her cry filled the bloom and the flower answered, closing tighter, holding them inside a hush so complete it became the center of their world. He followed, his body tense and then shaking, his mouth finding hers as if she wereair.
Silence followed, not emptiness but fullness. The petals slowly loosened. Light softened. The scent gentled to something like rain on warm leaves.
