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My mouth goes dry as he unfastens his pants, pushing them down powerful thighs. When he straightens, fully nude, I can't help the small gasp that escapes me.
He's magnificent—and intimidating. Every inch of him screams predator, from the sharp angles of his face to the powerful build of his body. And between his legs... I swallow hard, a mixture of desire and trepidation coursing through me. He's proportional to his massive frame, thick and hard, the head already glistening with evidence of his arousal.
"See something you like?" A smirk plays across his lips as he catches me staring.
"You're beautiful," I whisper, the honesty of the statement surprising even me. I've complimented men's bodies before, said whatever they wanted to hear, but this—this is real.
His smirk deepens as he approaches the bed, moving with lethal grace. "Beautiful? I've been called many things, little human, but never that."
The mattress dips under his weight as he crawls over me, caging me between powerful arms. His heat radiates against my skin, making me arch instinctively toward him.
"Hands above your head," he growls.
I comply instantly, raising my arms over my head. He captures both wrists in one large hand, pinning them to the mattress. The position leaves me completely exposed to him, vulnerable in a way that should frighten me—but instead sends another rush of wet heat between my thighs.
"Look at you," Vael murmurs, his free hand tracing a path from my throat down between my breasts, over my stomach. "Sofucking perfect." His palm spans almost the entire width of my ribcage, a stark reminder of the difference in our sizes.
When his fingers dip between my legs again, finding me slick and ready, I can't help the moan that escapes me.
"Already so wet for me," he says, voice dropping to a growl. "Tell me what you want, Trinity."
"You," I gasp as his thumb circles my clit. "I want you inside me."
He positions himself at my entrance, the blunt head of him pressing against me but not pushing in. "Like this?" he teases, barely breaching me before withdrawing.
"Please," I whimper, trying to arch up against him.
His grip on my wrists tightens, not painful but unmistakably restraining. He leans down, his mouth hot against my ear. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name," he whispers, the crude words sending a shiver down my spine. "Until the only thing you can say is mine."
With one powerful thrust, he pushes inside me, stretching me almost to the point of pain. I cry out, the sensation overwhelming—fullness and pressure and a pleasure so intense it borders on agony.
"Fuck," he grunts, holding still once he's fully seated. "So tight. So perfect."
I'm panting, adjusting to the intrusion, the stretch of him. When I try to move, seeking friction, his hand tightens on my wrists.
"Not yet," he growls. "I want you to feel every inch of me."
He withdraws slowly, the drag of him against my inner walls making me tremble, then pushes back in with measured control. The gentleness surprises me—I expected him to be rough, to take what he wanted without concern for my pleasure.
"More," I plead, wrapping my legs around his waist. "Harder."
A dark chuckle vibrates through his chest. "So demanding." But he increases his pace, driving into me with more force. Each thrust pushes me up the bed, would send me sliding away if not for his grip on my wrists anchoring me in place.
"Is this what you needed?" he growls, punctuating each word with a snap of his hips. "My cock filling you up? Stretching this sweet little cunt?"
The filthy words in that cultured voice make me clench around him, drawing a groan from deep in his chest.
"Yes," I gasp, meeting his thrusts as best I can in this position. "Gods, yes."
He shifts, angling his hips to hit a spot inside me that makes white-hot pleasure burst behind my eyes. "Right there," I cry out. "Please, don't stop."
"I can feel how close you are," he murmurs, his rhythm never faltering. "Squeezing me so tight. You're going to come on my cock, aren't you, Trinity?"
I nod frantically, beyond words as tension builds inside me, coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust.
"Let me hear you," he demands, releasing my wrists to grip my hips with both hands. "Say it."
My arms immediately wrap around his shoulders, nails digging into his back. "I'm going to come," I pant, the words broken between gasps. "You're going to make me come."