Page 33 of The Unseelie Wish
He thrust the one inside.
All words fled. Her back arched as something that felt like pure electricity arced through her. No, it was not on the slimmer side. And she could feel every single ridge, every single one of the strange barbs. She reeled from the sheer sensation of it.
It was when he began to move that sound finally left her open mouth. It was a small cry, with each stroke inward that pressed against her, filling her, leaving such a wonderful ache.
His hand was grasping his other length, pressing it to her body, sliding it back and forth over her sensitive ball of nerves.
She couldn’t take it. Her ecstasy climbed to the peak again, quickly sending her reeling farther into white noise as he never slowed, never relented.
“F—” That was the best she could do.
Izael chuckled, raspy and thick with his own pleasure. “You’re so beautiful, my songbird. Are you ready? Watch…”
He withdrew from her. But only to grasp his two lengths together in his hand. She went tense, jerking in fear. They would not—they couldn’t?—
“Shush, songbird,” he cooed, kissing her cheek before running his tongue along her skin. “Relax…let go. I have you. I have you. You’re safe with me.”
Swallowing the rock in her throat, she let out a shaky breath.
“That’s it. Good songbird.” He pressed himself against her entrance. The pressure built, before one slid inside her.
She jolted in sensation as it sent more pangs of pleasure snapping up her spine. When the pressure built again, she let out a whine.
“Remember to breathe.”
The pressure built.
And then it was there.
Just the start of it.
She wailed, her breath catching in her throat. No, she had entirely forgotten to breathe. And it was a few seconds before she didn’t have a choice. Her lungs burned. She gasped for air, her head reeling.
“I warned you.” He licked her cheek again. He wasn’t moving, having the kindness to stay still while she adjusted.
Daring to look down, she couldn’t believe it. She felt so full, so stretched—and they had only just begun. He pressed his tail closer, proving her point, and his two lengths slid deeper into her.
“Oh—fuck—” Throwing her head back against him, she shut her eyes. “Izael—I—can’t?—”
“Soon. And you are.” His hand grasped hers, guiding it to where they were joined. He pressed in farther before sliding two inches back, slowly creeping his way deeper inside.
It felt like nothing she had ever experienced before in her life.
Pleasure. The ache of it. The feeling of every part of his strange anatomy and its friction against her. Pressing her hand against her abdomen, she could feel him there. Before long, all of him was buried inside her. The realization and the sensation sent her crashing into ecstasy.
Why she expected him to start fucking her in the conventional way, when all of this was so very unconventional, she didn’t know. But now that he was embedded deep within her, the ache unlike anything she’d ever known was possible, it seemed he had no interest in leaving.
He threw a coil over them, cinching her body to his. The deep, guttural noise that left him was feral as he tightened his grasp. The pressure deepened as he cored himself somehow that much harder inside of her. It was that tightening and releasing of his grasp that had her lungs burning for air again.
“You are so beautiful—mine—my beautiful songbird—” Izael bit down on the tender part of her neck where it met her shoulder, teeth digging into her skin. He gripped tighter, squeezing her.
That was when she felt it.
The impossible heat of him. One and then the other began to let go as his release came over him, sending her pitching headlong after him.
He roared against her, arms circled around her as that volcanic heat inside her grew to a fever pitch.
Everything went fuzzy around the edges as she saw spots in her vision. Unable to breathe, unable to think, able only to feel as ecstasy coursed through her like wildfire. Everything went dark. Her last thought before it claimed her was to wonder if this was how she was going to die.