Page 101 of Noctis

“Just looking.”

He laughed. “Can we do it like this?”

“Why?”

He reached for me, placing both hands against my chest. Wisps of shadow curled around his fingers. “Because I want to see you. All of you.”

I moved over him, planting one hand beside his head, my claws sinking into the mattress. Rowan glanced at the punctures, then back at me. “Try not to do that to my face.”

“I would never damage your face.”

“Comforting. Slightly less so for the rest of me.”

I retracted the claws on one hand and stroked his cheek. “I won’t hurt you.”

“I know.”

There was no hesitation. No fear hiding behind the words.

Rowan reached into the bedside drawer for the lubricant, but I caught his wrist. “We don’t need it.”

“Manufacturing your own again?”

“Yes.”

A glistening bead gathered at the head of my cock, followed by another. Rowan wrapped his hand around me and spread the fluid down my length.

“Useful,” he said. “But there’s no need to be so smug about it.”

“I’m not smug.”

“You are. You just don’t understand the concept well enough to recognize it yet.”

He drew me closer, lining my cock up with his body. I added more fluid before pressing the head against his hole.

Rowan’s gaze remained fixed on my face. On my horns. On my eyes.

“Ready?” I asked.

“Very.”

I pushed inside.

His lips parted in a gasp as his body stretched around me. I moved slowly, watching his expression for any sign of pain. My claws flexed against the mattress with the effort of holding back, ripping four parallel lines through the sheet.

Rowan cursed. “I’m going to have to buy cheaper bedding.” Despite his words, he wrapped his legs around my waist and pulled me deeper.

I sank into him until there was no space left between us. My tail slid beneath his back and curled around his body, holding him close. Rowan touched my face, his fingertips passing through the faint shadows drifting from my cheek before finding solidity beneath them.

“Still not scared?” I asked.

“Not even slightly.”

I withdrew and thrust back into him.

He tipped his head back against the pillow, but kept his eyes open. I established a slow rhythm, giving him time to adjust while my tail supported his hips. Every movement drove me deeper, his body gripping me with exquisite warmth.

Rowan reached above my head and curled one hand around a horn.