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My heart pounds as his eyes search mine. Unable to form words, I nod, my cheeks heating as anticipation coils tightly within.
Thalric lowers his head, pressing slow, reverent kisses to the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. My entire body trembles beneath his gentle touch, my fingers curling into the soft furs beneath us.
His eyes roll up as he drags his tongue through my slick folds, making a low noise in the back of his throat as if I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted. When he reaches the small bundle of nerves at the top, I gasp as a jolt of pure pleasure ripples through me.
My fingers thread helplessly in his dark silken hair as he concentrates his tongue over the sensitive pearl of flesh that drives me mad with desire.
Pleasure builds swiftly within me, my muscles tightening with every caress of his tongue.
He loops his arms up under my thighs, anchoring me in place and holding me open as I writhe beneath his attentions.
I’m breathless and panting, everything inside me wound tight as pleasure coils within until it crests in a giant wave, and I arch against Thalric, crying out his name as overwhelming sensation washes through me, deep, intense, and utterly consuming.
I’m not fully recovered from my climax as Thalric moves up my body, his gaze full of hunger, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
I reach up, trailing my fingers along his broad, powerful chest, marveling at his handsome form. His muscles ripple beneath my touch, taut and beautifully defined.
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper as my hands explore the solid planes of his body. Moonlight and shadow carve the sharp lines of his features, the thick cords of muscle along his arms, and the ridged expanse of his abdomen.
He is breathtaking.
My gaze lowers, taking in the sight of him fully bared before me. His stav is thick and heavy, ridged and glistening with his arousal, his knot swollen at the base.
He groans as I trace my fingers over his length, his golden eyes darkening as he clenches his jaw.
A low rumbling sound escapes him as I brush my thumb over the warm liquid beading at the tip of his stav.
He grips my wrist and pulls my hand away, halting my exploration. “Aurora,” he says, voice rough with restraint. “If you keep touching me like that, I’ll be unable to hold back. And I want to be deep inside you when I find my release this night.”
CHAPTER 63
THALRIC
The ache inside me is nearly unbearable. I’ve longed for this moment for so many seasons, my heart and body both desperate to fully claim Aurora as mine, to finally seal our bond.
Holding her close, my stav pressed insistently against her abdomen, I tremble with restraint. Her legs wrap instinctively around my waist, her warmth seeping into me as I carry her to the cavern’s mouth, wings snapping open as we lift into the night sky.
Moonlight bathes us in silver, washing over her delicate features, highlighting the lovely blush that stains her cheeks, and her luminous brown eyes as they gaze up into mine.
She is breathtaking… everything I have ever dreamed of and desired. My knot pulses with intense need, but I force myself to ascend higher, above the clouds, toward the mountain’s peak.
Aurora’s arms tighten around my neck, her heartbeat fluttering against my chest. Her body molds perfectly to mine, every soft curve pressed close, igniting a fire within me that nearly robs me of control.
The air is crisp, but her breath is warm against my neck, sending pleasurable shivers down my spine as we hover above the clouds, surrounded by starlight.
Her eyes find mine, full of trust and love so deep it steals the breath from my lungs. Emotion wells in my chest as I lean in, capturing her lips in a slow, tender kiss.
Carefully, I position myself, pressing gently at her slick, welcoming warmth. I pause, gathering every shred of restraint to ensure my knot softens just enough to ease inside her.
I clench my jaw as I sink into her tight warmth, fighting the overwhelming urge to spill inside her.
Aurora moans against my mouth, her fingers tangling in my hair. When I’m finally seated fully inside her, she tilts her head back with a soft moan. “Feels so good,” she breathes, softly biting her lower lip. “So full.”
I roll my hips into hers, each shallow thrust and movement of my wings intensifying the exquisite pleasure rising within. Her soft, breathy cries fill my ears, driving me mad with the urge to claim her fully, to make her utterly and irrevocably mine.
I capture her mouth with my own, our lips meshing repeatedly as she clings to me in complete surrender as delicious friction builds between us.
The small muscles of her channel begin to flex and quiver around my length as I feel her begin to tighten around me, her body trembling with impending release.
