AARYN
Aaryn couldn't even speak. His entire body trembled with the sheer force of his desire—and the call of the mating bond, fizzing in his veins like a line of sparkling stars that wanted to shoot across his skin.
She pleaded with him, and he couldn't resist any longer.
He kissed her deeply, mimicking with his tongue what their bodies would do, rolling against her as her pleasure grew and she began to pull at him, yearning for him to soothe the aching hunger inside her.
She got lost, her eyes closed and head thrown back as he played on her skin—his own body intoxicated by the mix of the deepest frustration, and the most promising kind of pleasure—until she was twitching and keening, arching every time he rocked, sliding against her most sensitive skin.
Aaryn groaned and rested his head where her shoulder met her neck as he reached between them and took himself in hand.
"Are you ready, El? This might hurt?"
