Page 56 of Claws for Celebration
She did, and he pulled her pants and panties down to her ankles and off to the floor. When he knelt between her thighs, her breath stuttered. He watched her with something primal,eyes glowing faintly as if his panther was just beneath the surface.
He gripped the base of his cock, then brushed the head through her slick folds, spreading the wetness along her pussy lips. She whimpered, lifting her hips to meet him.
He slid in slowly, inch by inch, stretching her open with a delicious, aching fullness that stole the breath from her lungs. Her body arched instinctively, spine bowing beneath him as his cock pressed deeper, claiming space inside her that felt untouched, sacred. The stretch bordered on unbearable, and yet sheneededmore—craved it with every nerve-ending.
“Fuck,” he breathed, voice raw, braced above her on trembling arms. “So wet. So fucking tight.”
Moira gasped, her fingers digging into the hard muscles of his shoulders. He felt impossibly big, every inch of him forging its place inside her as if he were carving himself into her very soul. Her pussy fluttered around him, struggling to adjust to the girth, the depth, the heat of him. It was too much—and yet, not enough.
“Lucien… you’re—” The words shattered on her tongue, lost in the sensation. There was no vocabulary for this—no spell or incantation to explain the way he filled her, thick and hot and pulsing with restrained power.
He bottomed out with a low growl, his hips pressed flush to hers, the dark curls at his base brushing her slick folds. Her pussy clenched involuntarily, already fluttering around the sheer stretch of his cock.
“You were made for me,” he rasped, voice guttural and reverent. “Fuck, Moira—you feel like home and fire and fuckingdestiny.”
She moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist, heels digging into his lower back to hold him right there—deep, full,hers. “Because I was,” she gasped, eyes fluttering open, locking with his. “Because my magicknowsyou. It wants you.”
He didn’t speak. Not with words.
He began to move.
The first withdrawal dragged every ridge of his cock along her inner walls, slow and precise, until she felt like she was unraveling thread by thread. Then he pushed back in, deep and steady, making her feel the weight and length of him in a way that was almost reverent.
It wasintimate.Soul-deep.
Each deliberate thrust lit her nerves on fire. She could feel him gliding along the slick, swollen channel of her pussy—stretching her, rubbing inside her like he belonged there. Like he had always belonged there.
Her body burned, sensitive and alive in a way she had never experienced before. Not like this. Notthis.
"Gods, Moira," he groaned, mouth trailing kisses across her cheek, her jaw, her throat. His cock throbbed inside her, thick and hot, rubbing her in just the right places with every precise roll of his hips. "You feel like a fucking dream. Like I’ve been waiting a thousand lifetimes to be inside you.”
And shefeltit too.
His cock filled her so completely it was as if she couldn’t remember what it felt like not to have him inside her. Every time he sank in, it was deeper. Thicker. Better. Her pussy squeezed him like she never wanted to let him go, golden magic coiling from her belly and out along her limbs in rhythmic pulses that danced across his skin.
Her nails scraped down his back, desperate, aching for more. He growled low in his chest and answered her with a deeper thrust, grinding in slow circles that made her cry out.
“You undo me,” he gasped, fucking her deeper now, his voice strained with reverence and restraint. “You break me apart and put me back together again.”
Moira’s back arched off the rug as he shifted his angle, the thick head of his cock pressing perfectly into that devastating spot inside her. Her entire body lit up, inner walls fluttering in reaction. The pressure coiled tight in her belly, pure sensation radiating through her limbs.
“Lucien—yes—right there—don’t stop?—”
He answered with a growl that vibrated in his chest and into hers, his hips snapping harder now. Her slick heat welcomed every thrust, her pussy sucking him deeper as if she wanted to brand him with her need.
“Never,” he grit out, voice wrecked, sweat slicking his brow. “Never fucking stopping. You’re mine.Mine.”
He slammed into her, over and over, every stroke dragging her closer to a breaking point that felt seismic. And still, his gaze never left hers—deep forest shadows filled with possession and devotion andlove.It made her feel laid bare and cherished in the same breath.
And she couldn’t take it. The fullness. The intensity. The way his cock dragged against every sensitive nerve inside her, deep and grinding andperfect.
“I feel you everywhere,” she sobbed, tears blurring her vision. “You’re in mybones, Lucien. In myblood.”
“Together,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers as their bodies rocked together. “We cross this threshold together.”
And then her world shattered.
The pressure in her belly exploded into a release so raw, so blinding, shescreamed.Her pussy clamped down around his cock, milking him, magic bursting from her skin in golden waves that washed across the room. Her orgasm came in crashingpulses—over and over—pleasure layered upon pleasure until she forgot how to breathe.
