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He growls again, his hands tightening on my hips as he pulls back slowly, the thick length of him dragging against my inner walls in a way that makes my toes curl. And then he thrusts back in, harder this time, and the force of it knocks the breath from my lungs.
“Jus-teen,” he groans, his voice desperate as he starts moving, his hips rolling in a slow, earth-shattering rhythm. Each thrust is deep, powerful, pulling me apart and putting me back together again.
His forehead is against mine again, our breaths mingling as his golden eyes burn into me, full of awe and hunger and something deeper—something that shatters everything I thought I knew.
“You feel…perfect.” His lips brush against mine. “Youareperfect.”
I shudder at his words, my body tightening around him as pleasure coils low in my belly. “No,you’reperfect,” I whisper back.
His hands slide down to my thighs, gripping them tightly as he lifts me higher against the wall. The new angle has him hitting deeper, harder, and I cry out, my head falling back as my legs tighten around his waist.
“Rok,” I gasp, my voice a broken plea.
He growls low in his throat, his hips snapping harder now, his rhythm growing more urgent. His claws dig lightly into the soft flesh of my thighs, and the slight sting only heightens the pleasure coursing through me.
“You’re…mine.” His golden eyes blaze as they lock onto mine. “My Jus-teen.Myfemale.”
I should tell him absolutely not. That there’s no way this would work out between us. But the words don’t come. Instead, all that leaves my lips, my thoughts, is a broken, surrendering, “Yes.”
The word seems to snap something inside him. He lifts me higher, his hands gripping my ass as he pulls me away from the wall, holding me in the air like I weigh nothing. He thrusts up into me, deeper than before, and I scream his name, my nails digging into him.
“Feel you.” Even in his thoughts, his voice is tight with desperation. “So good. So…wet.”
I can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but hold on as he fucks me, his pace relentless now. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through me, and I can feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in my belly, ready to snap.
I don’t think it will happen. Unfortunately, I’ve never been one of those girls who could come with only penetration. But this is different. Rok is different. And his cock. It really is like it was made just for me.
“Rok,” I gasp, my voice breaking. “I’m gonna—I’m?—”
My orgasm crashes over me and I scream his name as my body tightens around him, gripping him like a vice. Pleasure pulses through me in wave after wave, leaving me trembling in his arms.
Rok groans, his thrusts growing erratic. His golden eyes lock onto mine, his gaze blazing with intensity. “Mine.”
“Yes,” I gasp, my voice barely audible. “Yours.”
He grunts, his head falling back as his body tenses beneath me. I feel him throb inside me, his cock pulsing as he comes, filling me with his release. The sensation is overwhelming, and a delicious shiver runs through me as I pant, gasping as I cling to him.
For a long moment, neither of us moves. Our breaths mingle in the quiet of the cave, our bodies trembling as the aftershocks of pleasure roll through us. His forehead presses against mine again, his golden eyes softening as they meet mine.
“You…are a miracle.”
I smile, my heart swelling at the possessiveness in his tone. I cup his face, brushing my thumb over his jaw. And as I rest my head against his chest, his strong arms still wrapped around me, I know one thing is certain. There’s no turning back from this. Not now. Not ever.
Chapter31
WHAT JUST HAPPENED? (AND CAN WE DO IT AGAIN?)
ROK
The universe has shifted.
In all my cycles, I have hunted the great beasts of the dust. I have fought rival clans and survived the black winds. I have shed blood and suffered wounds that would have killed lesser beings. But nothing—nothing—has prepared me for this.
For her.
I watch her now as she sleeps, curled on the smooth stones of the dust stalker’s abandoned nest. Her breathing is soft, her face peaceful in a way it rarely is when she’s awake. The fire I’ve built casts golden light across her skin, highlighting the strange paleness that first made me think she was something other than flesh.
My Jus-teen.
