Page 15 of Darkhan

Zeno shifted his weight and dragged her up the mattress, landing himself between her thighs once more, and reached down to curl one hand around his aching dick. “Because next isthe main event, Little Dove. So if you need to stop, now’s the time.”

Her eyes tracked his movement as he rolled his thumb across his tip and she licked her lips. “No,” she whispered. “No stopping.” Her gaze snapped up to his. “I’m still sure.”

He growled and slammed his lips to hers, crushing her to the bed and rocking his hips against her pelvis. Her arms curled around his back, fingers pressing into his skin, as she kissed him with equal fervor. He was going to lose his mind, but if it was like this, that was fine. Better than fine.

Zeno broke from the kiss enough to reach between them and line himself up at her entrance, her pussy spread open and soaked just for him. It was a fucking glorious sight. He needed to remember to be gentle and not plow into her.

“Zeno, please,” Harmony begged, squirming as much as his renewed hold on her hip allowed.

He met her eyes again and pressed the tip into her opening. “No stopping.” He pushed forward, moving slow, gritting his teeth against the instinct to rut into her sweet body like an animal. When she gasped from the sting of inevitable pain, he lowered his lips to her skin and kissed her everywhere, from her abdomen all the way up to her panting lips.

By the time their tongues slid together, he was fully seated inside her tight, never-before-fucked pussy.

Mine.

Not necessarily yet. She hadn’t agreed to that. But he would be damned if he’d ever let another man touch her, let alone set her free.

Harmony broke the kiss on a ragged gasp as he dragged his cock out to the tip, her arms curling around his shoulders. She startled babbling his name like a mantra and he took that as a good sign.

Zeno reached down, hooked her legs by the knees, andbent them up over his arms. The angle enabled him to sink deeper and he growled against her skin, fighting the urge to let his fangs sharpen. He pulled his own lips over his teeth to keep himself in check and picked up the pace, knowing there was no way he’d last as long as he would like the first time they were together. Probably that was also for the best.

Her hands tangled in his hair, scraping at the back of his neck, as he started really thrusting into her. Her pussy was already convulsing around him, so Zeno rolled his hips and let himself nuzzle into the side of her neck for a lingering second. She smelled so fucking good. She was so small. She was so goddamn perfect. Her smooth, soft, mostly unblemished skin was heaven against his rougher flesh.

She shouted his name as her orgasm neared again.

He lifted his head enough to growl in her ear, “Fly with me, Little Dove.” He needed to feel it. Had to hold out at least that long.

Her whole body spasmed a second before she let loose a scream of pure, undeniable ecstasy, her back arching beneath him and her pussy clamping down on his cock.

Zeno tipped his head back and roared, letting her pleasure pull him over the edge. He held himself above her for several long seconds even after his dick had poured out everything it could. He was still half-hard, still sitting inside her, but she would be sensitive and exhausted after her first time.

He gently lowered her legs back to a natural position and eased himself out of her, unable to fully contain the scowl at the sight of his seed spilling from her immediately after.

Harmony made a tired humming noise and rolled her head. “Zeno? Something wrong?”

Smoothing his expression, Zeno stretched out for a moment to lay beside her and brush some wild whisps of hair from her face. “No, Little Dove. Nothing at all.” He pressed akiss to her forehead. “Are you all right? I need you to tell me if I pushed too much.”

Her lips lifted in a smile. “I’m exhausted,” she said, “but in the best way. I’m pretty sure it’s not supposed to feel that good the first time.”

He chuckled and tipped her chin up to catch her lips for a short, not-so-chaste kiss. “Clearly itcan, if your partner does his job right.” He kissed her one more time. “Let me get a towel and clean you up before we sleep.” He should insist on feeding her, but if she was tired, he wouldn’t make her get out of bed.

Harmony caught his arm in a loose grip. “Exactly how familiar are you with popping cherries?”

Zeno stared at her. “With what?”

She pursed her lips, another blush staining her cheeks. “I’m not dumb enough to think you’ve lived hundreds of years and never had sex, but … you’re not actually just a virgin collector or something, are you? You promised you’re single…”

Zeno frowned and settled at her side, his hand automatically finding her skin and gliding across it. “Harmony. I am not nearly so devious. Yes, I’ve had sex in the past. Though not in many years. It’s not quite the most driving urge when you’ve lived for a long time and you know the one you seek is not available.” He let that linger for a moment. “It’s been much longer since the last time I bedded a virgin. Probably not since I was a wild youth who didn’t care so much about settling down.”

She twisted a little, putting herself half on her side, and laid a palm on his jaw. “Promise?”

He leaned forward and pressed his forehead to hers. “I swear. Though I am interested in where this concern stems from.”

Harmony let out a sigh and dropped onto her back once more. “I guess there’s a part of me that still can’t figure out why a crazy sexy guy like you would look twice at a girl like me.Especially if you’ve lived for hundredsof years. I’m like a baby in comparison. A fat, ugly baby.”

Zeno growled, scooped her up, and rolled them over until she was sprawled atop his chest and his hands were half-fisted in her hair. Her eyes were wide again and blinking rapidly at him. “You are fucking perfect, Harmony Lace. But it would never matter to me what you looked like.I’mthe lucky one. You’re human, you don’t have the ingrained instinct to find a specific mate. You could have dismissed me as a match as easily as your mother did—as being too old or otherwise unqualified.” The words stuck in his throat, because she still could. She hadn’t accepted him yet.

Harmony scoffed. “You do own a mirror, right? You really don’t look ‘old’ by the standard definition.” She stretched out a hand and trailed her fingers through his hair, near where he knew the silver was the thickest. “It’s distinguished.” Despite her words, her brow furrowed almost immediately and something like hurt washed over her scent.

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