Page 41 of Swipe Right for Stardust

I ran my fingers through his wild mane, relishing its softness. His fur tickled my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I pressed closer, desperate to feel every inch of him against me.

“Vanessa,” he growled, breaking the kiss. “Are you sure about this?”

I nodded, breathless. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

His hands slid down to my hips, gripping them tightly. I gasped at the strength in his grip, arousal coiling low in my belly.

“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his breath hot against my ear.

“You,” I whispered. “All of you.”

He growled again, a primal sound that made me weak at the knees. His mouth found mine once more, tongue tangling with mine as his hands explored every curve of my body. I arched into his touch, craving more.

My fingers fumbled with the fastenings of his suit, eager to feel his skin against mine. He chuckled, a deep rumble that vibrated through me.

“Patience, little one,” he murmured, nipping at my lower lip.

I whimpered, frustrated by the layers between us. “Zarnak, please.”

His hands stilled, cupping my face. “We have all the time in the world.”

I leaned into his touch, savoring the gentleness in his caress. Despite the urgency thrumming through my veins, I knew he was right. We didn’t need to rush this.

“Kiss me again,” I breathed.

He obliged, his lips soft against mine. This kiss was slower, deeper, filled with promise. I lost myself in the sensation, forgetting about the cramped cave and the race and everything else. All that mattered was Zarnak and the way he made me feel.

His hands slid down my back, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I shivered, pressing closer to his warmth. My fingers traced the contours of his muscular chest, marveling at the differences between us.

“You’re incredible,” I murmured against his lips.

He pulled back slightly, his gaze intense. “As are you, Vanessa. I’ve never met anyone quite like you.”

The cool air of the cave brushed against my skin as Zarnak peeled the suit off me. His hands were gentle, yet firm, and I felt impossibly small in his grasp. The contrast between us was stark—his massive, fur-covered form dwarfing my human fragility. He nestled me in his lap, his touch reverent as he explored the contours of my body.

His lips found mine again, each kiss stealing my breath and making my head spin. I clung to his mane, the thick strands twining around my fingers like silk ropes. His hand wandered lower, and I gasped as he found the bundle of nerves aching for his touch. I was already teetering on the edge, but he didn’t stop, coaxing wave after wave of pleasure from me.

As I came down from the high, he whispered in my ear, “I need to prepare you, Vanessa. I won’t let anything hurt you.”

I could only nod, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of my orgasm. His hands continued their exploration, one thick digit slipping inside me. I whimpered, the sensation overwhelming yet exquisite. He stretched me slowly, adding another finger and scissoring them to ready me for his size.

“Zarnak,” I breathed.

He kissed me deeply, his tongue mimicking the rhythm of his fingers inside me. “In the old days,” he murmured, “a Yantari male would keep his mate confined, claiming her over and over until she knew nothing but him.”

I felt a fresh surge of arousal at his words, my body grinding against his hand instinctively. The thought of being so thoroughly possessed by Zarnak was both terrifying and exhilarating.

“That sounds... primitive,” I managed to say between kisses.

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest and into me. “Perhaps. But there’s a certain... appeal to the idea of being so consumed by another being.”

I could feel the truth of his words in the way my body responded to him, arching into his touch, desperate for more. “I think I understand now,” I admitted, my voice trembling with need.

“I am not my ancestors, Vanessa,” he said, his gaze holding mine. “But with you, I am beginning to comprehend the primal drive behind such rituals.”

His words only made me hotter, and I ground against his palm once more, chasing another release. He didn’t disappoint, thick digits curling inside me and sending me over the edge again.

As I cried out, my body convulsing around his fingers, I realized that I was in uncharted territory. Zarnak had awakened something within me—a hunger that I hadn’t known existed. And as he held me close, his fingers still buried inside me, I knew that I was irrevocably his.

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