Iskar pulled her against him, kissing her frantically. “I need you.”

He thrust inside her, going deep.

She gasped, curling her arms around his neck. Iskar hooked his arms under her legs, lifting her effortlessly so that she straddled him. He took a step forward, pinning her against the wall.

He moved his hips.

He claimed her lips with his.

He moved sinuously, gracefully, stretching her, engulfing her with his powerful body.

Mari was tight. That was to be expected, because he was her first.

Her glorious first.

She opened up to him like a blossoming flower, surrendering to his undeniable force. He swept her up in his rhythm, carrying her away.

She loved it.

Mari forgot where she ended. She forgot where Iskar began. She became one with her fierce, passionate warrior as he rocked back-and-forth, the intensity of his movements building.

Harder, harder… his hands moving up-and-down her neck, her back, her ass, gliding over bare wet skin.

And his movements sent her deeper and deeper into this beautiful madness.

Mari wrapped her legs around him. She curled her arms around his neck, savoring his kisses.

Almost…

A towering precipice of need grew out of her desperation. It was beautiful and agonizing, all at once.

Her body had developed a mind of its own. She ground her hips against his, crying out as she sought that elusive feeling.

So close…

She couldn’t get enough of him. Mari became a slave to her need, demanding her fill.

Iskar obliged, his movements becoming rougher, more savage.

This is it…

Mari howled.

Climax!

Her savage Kordolian cried out, his deep voice filling the small cubicle with the echoes of his release. He sank the points of his fangs into the soft skin at the base of her neck, marking her, claiming her.

He came.

She came.

Mari whimpered as pleasure mingled with pain. She quivered, riding the aftershocks of her orgasm.

All the tension drained from her body.

Iskar held her tightly, and for a long time, neither of them said a word. They just stood together under the warm water, basking in each other’s presence.

Discovering each other.