He entered me with a single, powerful thrust that made my vision fracture into sparks of emerald and gold. I let out a sharp, gasping cry, my head falling back against his shoulder. He was massive, unyielding, his size a constant reminder of the supernatural strength he was holding back just to keep from shattering my human frame.
"Good girl," he hissed, his pace steady and punishing. "Take all of me. Show me how much of the monster you can handle."
He was dominant, his movements forceful and rhythmic, but there was an underlying tenderness that was more addictive than any venom. He wasn't just fucking me; he was thanking me. He was praising every inch of my soul through the friction of our skin.
"Look at how you react to me," Kaelen whispered, his hands moving from my wrists to my hips, his fingers digging into the flesh. "Your body knows who its master is. Your blood is singing for me, Seraphina. Can you hear it? It's calling my name."
