Page 111 of Aryn

Cato releases a deep, guttural moan. His hands grip my waist, but this time, he isn’t holding anything back. He squeezes my middle, pinning me against him like he’s trying to get even deeper. I let him keep me there, riding him with rolling rocks of my hips. The warm water laps around us as he grips me tighter, and I cherish the sting of his fingertips sinking into my flesh.

Cato looks utterly wrecked beneath me, and I catalogue every detail of his face. Cheeks flushed, lips parted, and eyes half-lidded with pleasure. His powerful body trembles, freckled skin glowing and slick with water.

I roll my hips, taking him as deeply as I can. “Are you ready for more?”

“More?” he asks, the word slurred like he’s drunk on sensation.

“Yes, kitten,” I murmur, kissing his lips and jaw before nipping him gently with my fangs. My tail presses against his hole and he gasps, hips jerking up into me. “Answer me. Are you ready for more?”

“Yes,” he whispers.

His hips tilt, his cock hitting me at a new angle as he opens himself for me. Coherent words dissolve into a moan as my tail slips inside him. He clutches at my waist and thrusts up into me before remembering himself. “Fuck—Aryn—”

“Patience,” I remind him, voice low.

He whines softly, but loosens his grip on me and returns his hands to the rock. The show of trust splits something wide open inside me, and I ride him with deep, deliberate rolls of my hips as I try to show him how desperately I’ve wanted this, too. My control is as slippery as his, wanting to rush as I focus on the sensation of his cock moving inside me. He protests when I pull all the way off, but I sink back down immediately, enjoying the fresh ache of the stretch.

I want to feel him in every way. Want to hurt.

Want to burn.

My tail thrusts deeper inside him as his body loosens. The glow from the moonlight paints every stunning line of his face—the slack of his jaw, the flutter of his lashes, the way his mouth falls open on a broken sound. Warm water sloshes gently around us with every movement, droplets sliding over our skin and catching the light like scattered stars. Every tremor that runs through him echoes through me as well, and every pulse of heat where we’re joined makes me want to sink deeper. I want to keep him right here until neither of us can remember what it felt like to be apart.

Cato’s eyes squeeze shut, his voice cracking. “I’m gonna come… I can’t hold it anymore—”

I lean forward and steal his words with a deep kiss. “Then come inside me,” I whisper against his mouth. “Mark me as yours.”

A series of the most beautiful, broken sounds leave him. His hips stutter, head falling back against the stone as his whole body arches and trembles. My tail sinks deeper, savoring the way he clenches around it as he comes with my name on his lips.

“That’s it,” I breathe, snapping my hips faster and chasing my release until the pleasure gets to be too much.

“Open your mouth,” I command softly. “I need to come inside you.”

Cato’s eyes are so damn trusting as his jaw drops open. I climb off him, fisting his damp hair and guiding him forward as I sink my cock into the wet heat of his mouth. He moans around me, tongue swirling over my tendrils as they stiffen. There’s nothing for them to lock onto, but they flare anyway, seeking purchase as I give one final, shuddering thrust.

My release crashes over me so intensely my legs nearly give out. I call out his name, sinking deeper as he takes everything I give him. He moans softly around me, tongue working as my cum slides down his throat. I pant through the aftershocks with my eyes closed, savoring the warmth of his mouth and the cold night air on my skin.

I relax my tendrils and pull out, then look down to find him staring up at me with hazy, adoring eyes. Warmth floods my chest as I sink back into the water and settle onto his lap once more, leaning in to kiss him deeply. I taste myself on his tongue, and the intimacy of it steals my breath.

“You did so well,” I whisper against his mouth.

His hands circle my waist, tugging me tightly against him. It sends a sharp twinge through my injured ribs, but I don’t mind. I let him hold me close, burying my face in the crook of his neck as steam from the hot springs curls around us like a veil.

I had forgotten what this felt like.

Tears burn at the corners of my eyes, but the steam and sweat hide them from him. For a long while, we simply stay like that—tangled together and breathing each other in.

“Are you hungry?” I finally ask.

“Starving,” he answers, his eyes locking onto the abandoned basket.

I drift to the edge, then carry over a piece of meat to offer him. It’s cooled, but Cato groans happily as he lets me feed him. We make a mess as we eat, then once we’ve all but licked the crumbs away, we slip deeper into the water to rinse ourselves clean.

Cato settles back on the rocks and tucks me under his arm, pressing a soft kiss to my temple, then another to my jaw. “Thank you for this.”

“Is it different?” I ask. “Knowing I’ll be with you when you wake? Knowing you’re mine?”

He nods with a deep, contented sigh. “It is.”