Page 102 of Noctis

The added sensation nearly destroyed my restraint. I thrust harder, forcing a cry from him.

“Do that again,” he said.

I did.

He gripped my horn tighter as I fucked him, using it to anchor himself beneath me. My glowing eyes painted his skin in shades of crimson. Each time my hips met his, my tail constricted around his waist, drawing him deeper onto me.

“Yes,” Rowan breathed. “Just like that.”

I bent my head and kissed him. My tongue slid into his mouth in its natural form at first, then lengthened enough to curl around his. He moaned into me, his cock trapped between our bodies.

My claws returned as my control slipped. I tried to withdraw my hand, but Rowan caught my wrist.

“Leave them.”

“They could hurt you.”

He guided my hand to his chest. “You won’t.”

I spread my fingers over his heart, claws resting against the skin while it thudded beneath my palm. The trust required to place something so fragile beneath weapons designed to tear flesh apart staggered me.

“Rowan.”

“I’m yours,” he said.

Shadows poured from my body and spread across the bed, surrounding him without concealing him from me. Some wrapped around his wrists, others around his thighs. My tail tightened, and my claws pressed lightly enough to leave pale indentations on his skin.

He had given himself to me with full knowledge of what I was.

Not a man.

Not a body borrowed from one.

A monster.

And he wanted me anyway.

“Mine," I growled.

“All yours.”

I drove into him harder, abandoning the last of my restraint. Rowan held my gaze as long as he could, his blue eyes reflecting the red blaze of mine. Even when pleasure made them flutter shut, he forced them open again.

He wanted to see me.

So I made sure he did.

I rose over him, horns casting long shadows across the wall as I fucked him. My tail lifted his hips to meet every thrust. One shadow curled around his cock and stroked him, but he pushed it away.

“No.”

I slowed. “You don’t like it?”

“I want you to do it.”

I wrapped my hand around him, claws framing his cock. Rowan stared down at the contrast between his flesh and my black fingers, then back up at my face.

His arousal sharpened as I stroked him in time with my thrusts. The claws added danger to every movement, but I never allowed their points to break his skin.