I let out a whimper of agreement that he drinks straight from my mouth. His hand glides up beneath my dress to cup my bare breast.
The swipe of his thumb over my nipple has me gasping and rocking in his lap. Andreas groans, his other hand dropping to push me closer against him—against the bulge that meets my pussy through our clothes.
The press of him against me sets off a jolt of pleasure so intense it sweeps through my mind. I’m barely thinking any more, barely aware of anything except the roar of unfulfilled need. The tendrils of smoke in my blood writhe as they reach out toward him.
I didn’t know that it could feel like this—that I could ache for someone so badly I’m almost sobbing with the sensation. The desperate impulse to sate my hunger has me pushing even closer against him.
“Riva,” Andreas mutters again, followed by a series of muffled swear words as he tips us over on the bed. His mouth brands my neck, my shoulder, and my collarbone before he yanks my dress up high enough to close his lips over the peak of my breast.
I cry out, my pussy outright throbbing now. My fingers rake down his chest and up under his shirt, claiming the lean planes of muscle as he devours me.
“Drey, please,” I gasp out.
“Fuck,” he rasps again with a blissful wash of breath over my nipple, and shoves his hand down between us. At the first stroke of his thumb over my clit, I jerk against his touch.
Bliss sings through my core and amplifies the siren call within me that’s wailing for more.
It isn’t enough—we could be even closer—every particle of my body is quivering with need and wrenching at me—
I don’t know exactly what I’m doing, but I’ve seen enough poised Hollywood versions of this moment to understand the gist of what’s required. My hand gropes at the fly at the loose waist of his jeans, and I manage to pop the button.
We’re meant for this. We belong together. For the longest time, I’ve known that down to my bones, and the anticipation of finally uniting in the most concrete possible way resonates through my soul.
Andreas strokes me more forcefully, the wetness seeping from me turning his fingers slick, his breath coming ragged. As he squirms out of his jeans and boxers with my fumbling assistance, my hand grazes the rigid shaft between his legs.
So hard and so hot, because of me.
At that point, I’m not sure there’s anything that could have interrupted our passionate collision. Andreas braces himself over me with just a second’s tensing of his arms, his chest heaving, his lips parting as if he means to say something but can’t quite find the words.
I wrap my hand around his cock and lift my hips to meet him, and all that escapes him is another groan as he plunges into me.
Being filled is a different kind of burn, giddying and searing and sending a fresh ache of need radiating through my body. I cry out, and Andreas bows his head over me, touching my face even as he drives into me again.
“Don’t want to hurt you,” he says with the same edge of desperation that’s gripping me.
I sway to meet him, clutching at his back, his shoulder. “It’s not—it’s good. Don’t stop.”
If we even could.
A strange ringing fills my ears, as if I’m in my head but also not. Like I’m inside Drey as much as he’s inside me, breathing with him, moving with him, coasting on the bliss that’s swelling wider and faster.
We’re disintegrating and recombining as if we’re two beings made entirely of the dark haze in our veins, merging into one. One motion, one rhythm, one ripple of pleasure echoing on and on through both of us.
My claws spring from my fingers. The flavor of desire courses into my nose and mouth until my lungs are drenched in it.
Andreas’s eyes shimmer red. He lowers his head right next to mine, shaking and thrusting and mumbling words by my ear like a frantic prayer.
“Mine. Love you. Always. Need you. Riva. Stay.”
As if there’s anywhere I could go. As if there’s any part of me that isn’t fused with him, caught up in the power resonating through us in tandem.
I dig my hand into his hair, managing to curl my fingers away from his scalp. He inhales with a hiss and bucks into me faster.
And I shatter apart.
I’m a whirlwind, careening in every direction, the final surge of bliss reverberating through me like the blaze of a firework. Andreas lets out a choked sound, and I feel him explode with me, both of us spiraling up and out—
And then back down, together, entangled on the bed, still half-dressed and damp with sweat.