Page 77 of Heart of the Deep

Dracchus fisted his shaft, angling her hips up with his tentacles so he could press the head into her entrance.

“You have me,” he said, pumping her back and forth upon him, sinking a little deeper with every small thrust. She was tight, soft, and hot, and her oils mingled with his to ease his entry. Dracchus clenched his teeth as her sex gripped him.

Her body tensed. She released a whimper that she immediately cut off by biting her lip. Panting, she reached up to grasp the top of the bed.

“Fuck me, Dracchus,” she said. “I need younow.”

He released a hissing breath through his teeth. It was too much, she was too tight, and he was too large. Moving his hands to her hips, he met her gaze.

“Forgive me, female.” Dracchus forced his pelvis forward, simultaneously pulling her toward him.

Larkin gasped and squeezed her eyes shut. The muscles in her forearms stood out as she clenched the bed.

Dracchus stilled save for his ragged breaths. Every tiny flutter of her inner walls was a delicious torment, crashing over him like a wave, impossible to ignore, but his only concern was Larkin. Her discomfort, herpain. He leaned forward, propping himself on an arm, and began to withdraw from her body.

Larkin opened her eyes and glared at him. “Don’t you fucking dare.” Her thighs tightened around him, holding him in place.

He furrowed his brow. “You are getting no pleasure from this.”

“Just…give me a moment.” She rocked her hips. Her slow, shallow pumps coaxed a groan from Dracchus.

Tiny changes crept across her features; the tightness in her mouth and brow gradually eased, her eyelids relaxed, seeming to grow heavy, and finally, her lips parted.

Dracchus found the rhythm of her movements and matched it, pressing himself deeper with each measured thrust. The feelers at the base of his shaft brushed her sex, providing him another taste of her, and he licked his lips to sample the lingering essence of her pleasure.

He dropped his gaze to watch as he entered and withdrew from her body. It was primal; dark and light, hard and soft, the bridging of two worlds that might never have come together.

Larkin moaned, tugging her hands through her hair before running them down her body. “Yes,” she breathed. “Now, fuck me now.” Her eyes met his. “Claim me.”

Dracchus stretched two tentacles behind him, curling them under the bed. “Tell me who you belong to,” he growled.

“You. I belong to you. My mate.”

He extended two more tentacles to grasp the bed’s front corners, anchoring himself. “And what does my mate want?” he demanded.

“You,” she panted. “All of you!”

Heat blazed through Dracchus’s veins as he slammed into her. Her mouth opened in a silent cry, and she dug her heels into his back to pull him deeper.

Instinct swept over his mind, and he relinquished control to it; he’d desired her for too long — denied himself for too long — to resist any further. He set a frantic pace, pounding into her, and she met each of his thrusts with equal ferocity. Her cries mixed with his grunts of pleasure.

The world fell away, leaving nothing but the two of them, their joining, their ecstasy. They gave freely and took greedily of one another, and the pleasure was so intense it bordered on painful.

He felt the changes in her — the fluttering of her channel as it tightened around him, a surge of heat — before her body stiffened and she came with a choked cry, his name bursting from her lips. He maintained his hold on her legs and hips as she writhed beneath him, but the sudden clamping of her inner muscles sent him over the brink. He came with a roar and fell forward, catching himself on an arm, pressing into her as deep as he could go. Shudders racked his body.

Dracchus squeezed his eyes shut; in the darkness, he felt her; her heat, the perspiration on her skin, the play of every tiny muscle. The scent of her arousal mingled with his own to create something new, somethingtheirs. Larkin’s breaths, ragged and forceful, flowed over his chest like a familiar ocean current.

This was pleasure at its purest. Pleasure shared with his mate.

He opened his eyes when he felt her hands glide over his sides, smoothing up toward his shoulders. For the first time in his life, he cursed his size; he was too long to kiss her, to look upon her face, without withdrawing from her.

He savored the feel of her a moment longer before he regretfully pulled from her body with a groan, immediately rolling to the side and gathering her limp form in his arms. He drew her back against his front and twined his tentacles with her legs. His slick cock brushed her thighs.

Dracchus slipped one arm beneath her head, bending it to press a hand over her heart, and draped his other arm over her hips to cover her scars with his palm. His hearts pounded. She settled her hands over both of his and eased into his embrace.

They were both silent as their bodies gradually descended from the heights of pleasure they’d achieved.

Larkin shuddered. A warm drop of moisture trickled over his arm.

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