Page 77 of Shrine of Fire

Cuan grumbled. “There’s a time for waiting and there’s a time for action.”

“I would agree to action,” I said with a whine, trying desperately to shift my hips. If I could get his thumb a fraction of an inch further over, he’d press down on my clit and give me the pressure I needed.

“You would, wouldn’t you?” He shifted on the bed, moving away from me, and I almost cried.

The massive beta pulled his shirt off over his head. Muscles rippled, and I let out my breath at the feast for my eyes. His chest was broad, with a few silver scars over his shoulders and chest. Hair dusted his pale skin, enough that I wanted to drag my fingers through it. He slipped his trousers off, before crawling back onto the bed. His cock was big and thick, like the rest of him, and mindless glee ran through me.

He was huge. I wanted to rub my hands together and cackle.

Cuan laughed. The joy and light in his face gave me as much pleasure as his body. “I see you’re pleased.

“Not as much as I’m about to be.” I smirked and opened my legs again.

“I was worried about making you wet enough to take me, but I see that’s not a concern.”

“Not in the least.” I hooked my legs around his hips. He adjusted himself so his thick cock lay pressed between us, and I moaned.

“Oh, yes, I want it.”

Cuan groaned, leaning over me. I was right, having his weight on top of me was glorious.

I tugged him closer, wanting to feel all of him.

He pressed the head of his cock against my entrance. “You’re so wet.”

I pushed against him, whining, wanting all of him. “Ple-ease. Fill me up.”

He slowly pushed inside me, stretching me with each inch as he sank in. I moaned, squeezing my legs against him. “Yes.Yes. Please, that’s it.” I arched up, trying to take him faster than he was going.

“Oh, spirits! Nova, fuck.” He nipped my shoulder. “That’s my girl.”

The wet sound of his cock sliding all the way in was obscene and sexy. He bottomed out, and stopped, panting like he’d run a mile.

“Nova, are you okay?”

“No.” I moaned. I wrapped my legs tighter against him, pleasure at being so full winding tight inside me. “You stopped.”

He laughed, sounding pained. “Trying not to come, like I’m a fucking teenager.”

“Come.” Desire pulsed inside me at the thought of his cum lashing me. “Come inside me.”

“Not yet,” he said with a growl. My beta pulled out and pressed back inside, so slowly.

I cried out, the delicious burn of friction and the stretching making my body light up. He thrust in slow, firm strokes that sent me coiling tighter and tighter. I kept him pulled against me, my fingers digging into his ass, his hips, anywhere I could grab on and hold him to me.

“Am I squashing you?” He panted, licking my neck. “I know I’m much bigger.”

“So much bigger,” I moaned. “I want to feel your weight.”

He groaned, and this time he pushed harder inside me. I scrambled for a good hold on him as he ground inside me, going harder and harder without speeding up until it felt like he was going to force me into the mattress.

Each push drove me higher and higher until I crashed over the edge, coming hard and squeezing against him. Cuan made a choking sound, digging his fingers into my hips before coming himself.

Bliss washed over me. Pure, sweet contentment. Cuan lay on top of me, panting, his weight a comfort. I breathed his scent deep into my lungs until all the stress and frayed nerves soothed away.

“There it is,” he whispered. “You need to relax until the worry goes away.”

“Sometimes I think the worry holds me together.”

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