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“Aivey?” Her name was nearly a growl. A question and a sign of the force with which he held himself back.

“More, Baxian.” She wiggled her hips just slightly. “I can take it.”

“Fuck!” He blew out a heavy breath and pushed forward.

Aivey whimpered at the feel of him inside her. Full, so full, but so incredible. It was like being consumed from within, taken over by the sheer magnitude of him. The ridges along his length rubbed against her inner walls, pressing into them and hitting her pleasure spot deep inside. A moan tore from her lips. She thrashed her head to the side as he quickened his glacial pace, each ridge sliding in one after another.

“Fuck, Aivey. You’re so tight.”

She might have responded. She wasn’t sure, couldn’t think over the feeling of him inside her as he finally bottomed out and held himself still, letting her body adjust to his size.

He leaned down, his forehead meeting hers and his pale hair falling around them like a curtain. “Still with me, little beauty?”

She stared straight into two pools of shimmering blue. Something about it, about his rapt attention on her, the rapid thump of his heart beating against his ribs so hard she felt it where their skin touched, about the careful way he was with her, cleared away the anxiety that kept trying to surface itself. It liked to taunt her at the worst times, to ask what if, as it had with his size, but he washed it all away.

Safe. Cherished.

That’s what he made her feel. This male who she barely knew, had just met, accomplished what so many never did.

“Yes.” She whispered. “Yes.”Always.

Only then did he move again, a slow retreat and gentle glide forward. All the while, he watched her, his gaze flickering over her face as if searching for something, waiting for it.

Another thrust. Then another. The edge of pain retreated, leaving only pleasure. A deep moan tore from her lips as those hard ridges slid against her inner walls.

Baxian’s look shifted then. The sharp edges of his face smoothed out. His shoulder drooped as he rested a little of his weight on her and let his face fall to the crook of her neck, where he licked at the column of her throat.

He’d been leashed before, restrained. But whatever he had seen, or didn’t, let him loose. What had been slow and gentle turned more ravenous. He lapped at the pulse in her neck with the same fervor he’d devoured her pussy, all the while thrusting into her with increasing tempo that sent her whole body jolting and sliding up the bed.

“Baxian,” she moaned and reached for his horn—for anything to hold amid the storm of his passion. Vaguely she recalled his comment about horns and claiming, but shewantedto claim him, to show just how much she desired him, too. He growled against her skin the moment she encircled it. He jerked his hips, driving hard enough to force a gasp from her throat.

Without thought, she wrapped her legs around his hips, adjusting the angle of his cock within her. She gripped his horn tighter, and his sharp teeth grazed her skin in response. Not enough to hurt, never that, but just enough for her to feel, for a thrill to race through her body at the contrast of sensation.

Baxian withdrew from her neck, and Aivey released her hold on him. He drew back until he was upright, sitting on his feet. His cock slid from her with a wet pop.

Aivey made to protest, but the determination on his face left no room for protest. He wasn’t done with her, not nearly. Baxian pushed her knees toward her chest and planted his hands on the bed with his forearms lodged against her thighs. Like that, she could hardly move her hips or legs, all of her trapped by the force of him. While holding her still, he pushed back into her with a powerful thrust.

The sensation of suddenly being filled once more tore another moan from her lips. Aivey tried to move, to buck her hips and meet his movements with ones of her own, but he held her in place, fully at his mercy as he took control, driving into her over and over. With her movements restricted, every sensation was so much more acute. He owned her pussy. Filled it. Controlled it.

And she loved it. Craved it. Each rock of his hips had her coming more and more undone, every sensation narrowing down to his hard length inside her and those little ridges, one after another, rubbing against her inner walls.

One more deep thrust, and she screamed. There was little warning as her release barreled into her with the force of a ship going to lightspeed. Her back arched, her pussy clenched around his cock, and the whole room blurred.

Baxian must have released her because she was rocking her hips again, spiraling through her pleasure as he leaned over her and claimed her mouth with his. The last of her satisfied cries were swallowed by him, as if he needed that too. His tongue flicked against hers, claiming and coaxing, and then his body went rigid. He tore his mouth away, arching his head back as he gave a bestial roar that might have terrified her if it had come from anyone else.

His thrusts turned shallow and he clenched the bedspread on either side of her in his fists. He jerked his hips a few more times before finally dropping his head to stare down at her.

“Aivey.” He drew out her little name, giving it the fullness of a prayer whispered into the dark depths of space.

When he finally pulled out of her, a rush of liquid followed, dampening her thighs and the bed beneath them.

“I—” She started, blinking up at him.

But he wasn’t surprised. It was his come, she realized. Much more than a human male. To him, it was natural, normal. And truthfully, she didn’t mind. It was almost like a reward, a prize for a job well done.

“You’re all right?” That look creased his features again, the one he’d worn when he first began to move within her. She knew it now. Concern. He’d worried about her being able to take him. He’d said as much earlier, but most males seemed to forget such things in the moment. Not this one.

“Better than,” she promised him with a smile.