Page 227 of Sunsplitter

Antal moved, and it was bliss to sink into her again, to feel her bury her face against his neck. Fionamara moved with him, a push and pull with only each other to brace against. Eachplunge felt like claiming her anew. Each roll of her hips left him farther from sated.

She tilted to take him deeper. Tied her legs around his waist. It wasn’t enough.

Antal needed to hold her down. He needed to hear the moans parting her lips.

His fingers wound through her hair, tipping her head to look at him, to see the hunger in his eyes. The plea. Her cheeks were flushed, gaze glassy with pleasure.

Then, a glint of understanding. She held him tight and closed her eyes.

Once more, they fell together.

They toppled out of the Void, into cool air and dark stone, a city glowing in the valley below. They fell together onto the cushions of Antal’s sitting room, Fi on her back, her daeyari on top.

Mercifulfuck, he was still inside her.

The fullness of his cock, the flood of air into her lungs, struck her all at once.

Fi’s head tipped back for a scream, raw against her throat.

Antal’s growl bore a delighted edge, a serrated hunger, as lost as she was to this dance between them. He thrust, and she arced, dizzy with how deeply he filled her.

Delicious beast. Fi could bask an eternity in those smoldering eyes, the surrender of fangs through his pant. His claws snagged the back of her dress, poised to rip it open.

Fi stiffened.

“Don’t you dare!” She gripped an antler for emphasis. “This is a nice dress, Antal!”

“I need it off you,” he growled, breathless.

“Then take it off me.Properly.”

He bared all his teeth, muscles taut as he loomed over her, apredator barred from his prey. Fi devoured every piece of him.

Her daeyari.

Herhusband.

And what a good beast he was, pulling his cock out of her with a snarl, then rolling her over. What a considerate carnivore, huffing as he undid her dress. Good manners deserved a reward, didn’t they?

Fi reached back to stroke him, the hard length slick from being inside her.

Antal returned a sound of anguish.

Somehow, he found enough composure to get the dress off, then drag her onto her back again. He left the wedding pendant laying between her breasts, left his own dangling from his neck as he pulled off his clothes. The scar of her teeth showed pale against his arm, a willing blemish on immortal flesh. The marks of his fangs dotted her skin like a trophy.

The instant they were both undressed, Antal was inside her again.

The thrust left Fi gasping. She gave him all of her, legs and hands and mouth, all eager to touch him. Topossesshim. As he moved against her, his stomach brushed hers, sending a prickle through Void-ether scars.

She surrendered a moan.

“Louder,” Antal commanded.

“Earn it,” she panted back.

Antal braced an arm beneath her back, hiking her hips up to a better angle.

Fi was instantly breathless. Instantly frantic.