second… two… and then he growled and took over. His hand came up to cup her head, holding her in place as he greedily explored—no, devoured her mouth—licking and sucking until she was quivering, rubbing her breasts against him in a vain attempt to ease the needy ache that filled her body. Through the thin silk of her gown, she could feel the damp head of his cock brushing against her folds, and she suddenly wanted nothing more than to have him inside her. She tried to squirm lower, to press her body more tightly against his, but he was holding her too firmly.
“Baralt,” she whispered, reluctantly dragging her mouth away from his. “I want you.”
“You are sure? You do not owe me anything.”
“I know that. Do you think I’m the kind of woman who—”
“Of course not,” he said hastily. “But I wish to be with you because you choose to be with me, not because you are grateful.”
Her quick flare of annoyance vanished at the earnest look on his face. “I choose you, Baralt.”
His fierce grin lit his face, and then he was kissing her again, even more hungrily. He yanked her gown away, groaning approvingly as his cock slid through the slick heat coating her folds.
“So wet. I love knowing how much you want me.”
He adjusted his hold, then plunged up inside her in one hard thrust. Oh. My. God. Yes, she was wet, and yes, she wanted him, but he stretched her to her limit. Her breath came in rapid little pants as her body tried to adjust. He was already withdrawing, sending a shock wave of pleasurable pain through her system as her channel clung to him. When only his head remained inside, she took a deep breath, but before she could speak, he drove into her again, and the overpowering fullness made her come in a sudden, explosive climax.
She shuddered, her body tightening around him, and he growled appreciatively, but he didn’t stop. All she could do was cling to him as he thrust harder, faster, each stroke sending another tremor through her already overwhelmed body until he roared and buried himself completely in her tight channel. His cock pulsed, bathing her womb with hot jets of seed, and she felt him swell, growing impossibly larger as the ring at the base of his cock expanded, locking them together, and her vision sheeted to white as he sent her into another long, shuddering climax.
Too weak to stand, Baralt slid down the wall, his female still impaled on his cock, locked in place by his ring. Despite his weakness, satisfaction filled him. He had wanted this since he’d first caught Isabel’s sweet scent in the tunnels below the arena, since he’d seen her lush curves and touched the silky skin of her cheek. But he did not begrudge the delay. The additional time had allowed him to get to know the intelligent mind behind the luscious body and appreciate her passionate, fiery nature. And she had chosen him.
He tightened his arms, holding her more closely against him, and realized she was trembling. He gently lifted her chin to study her face, and despair filled him. Her face was red, her eyes bright with tears.
“My aria. What is wrong? Did I hurt you?”
“N-no. No,” she repeated more firmly. “It was just rather overwhelming.”
“You are sure you’re not hurt?” He separated their bodies as far as his ring permitted and winced when he saw her small entrance stretched around his cock. “I’m sorry, but I can’t ease you until my ring subsides.”
He ran a gentle finger over the taut skin, and she groaned. He winced again. “I cannot bear the knowledge that my touch causes you pain.”
“It-it’s not pain.” She slid her hand between their bodies as well and stroked the small nub at the top of her slit, exposed by the forced stretch. She shivered again, and he felt her impossibly tight channel flutter around him.
“This pleases you?” A Hothian female would never climax again after a male filled her with his seed and his ring locked them together. But his little human…
He placed his finger over hers, just as he had done their first night together, but he knew what she liked now, and he needed no direction to circle the swollen flesh, letting her soft cries guide his touch until she cried out and her channel milked him in hot little pulses, sending sparks of pleasure through his trapped kotra. Twice more he teased her