"All's fair in apologies and war." His tail moved, stroking through my folds with a precision that made my vision blur. "You started this, luvae. I'm just finishing it."
The tip of his tail found my center and circled, slow and maddening. I tried to keep stroking him, but my coordination was shot, my hand going clumsy as pleasure spiked through me.
He noticed. Of course he noticed. His grin was sharp and satisfied. "Problem?"
"You're impossible."
"You love it."
I did. God help me, I absolutely did.
His tail kept working, alternating between circling my clit and dipping lower to tease my entrance. The dual sensation was overwhelming, made worse by the heat of the water and the steam making it hard to catch my breath. I clung to his shoulders, nails digging in, and let him take me apart.
"Darrokar." His name fell from my lips like a prayer. "Please."
"Please what?" His mouth found my throat, tongue tracing patterns on my skin. "Tell me what you need."
"You. Inside me. Now."
He growled and shifted, his hands lifting me slightly in the water. The tip of his cock pressed against my entrance, hot even through the surrounding heat. Then he pulled me down, filling me in one smooth thrust that made us both groan.
The stretch was intense. Perfect. His length dragged against my inner walls, and that flexible tip immediately started seeking, stroking places that made stars burst behind my eyelids.
I started to move, riding him with a rhythm that had his claws flexing against my hips. His tail was still wrapped around my leg, holding me tight to him. The combination was almost too much, pleasure building faster than I could process.
"That's it," he encouraged, his voice rough. "Take what you need from me."
I used him shamelessly, chasing the building pressure in my core. His hands guided me, helped me find the perfect angle.
When I came, it was with his name on my lips and my body clenching around him hard enough to make him curse. The orgasm rolled through me in waves, each one cresting higher than the last, until I was shaking and boneless in his arms.
He didn't let me rest.
Just shifted his grip, pulling me tighter against his chest, and started moving his hips. Thrusting up into me with a force that would have been too much if the water hadn't cushioned some of the impact.
"My turn," he said against my ear.
His mouth found my breast, tongue circling my nipple before his lips closed around it. He sucked hard, the sensation shooting straight to my core and making me clench around him. His tailresumed its torture, stroking my oversensitive clit with gentle persistence.
I was going to come again. Already. The realization hit me at the same time his flexible tip found that spot inside me that made rational thought impossible.
"Darrokar, I can't. It's too much."
"Yes, you can." His teeth grazed my nipple, just enough pressure to make me gasp. "Give me another one, luvae. Show me you're sorry."
The command in his voice, the absolute certainty that I could do what he demanded, it pushed me over the edge. I came again, harder this time, my body locking up and my vision going white.
Through the haze of my own pleasure, I felt him follow. His hips jerked, his cock pulsing inside me as he filled me with his release. The flexible tip kept moving, kept stroking, drawing out both our pleasure until we were both trembling.
We stayed like that for a long moment, bodies locked together, breathing hard. The water lapped around us, cooling slightly but still warm enough to be comfortable. Steam continued to rise, creating a private world that was just us.
Finally, Darrokar's hands gentled on my hips. His tail unwrapped from my leg, sliding away with one last teasing stroke that made me shiver. He lifted me carefully, letting me slide off him, and settled me back on his lap with my head against his chest.
I could hear his heartbeat, strong and steady beneath my ear.
"Am I forgiven?" I asked quietly.
His chest rumbled with quiet laughter. "You were never really in trouble, luvae. Frustrated, yes. Terrified, absolutely. But not angry."