“Tranis,” she whispered.
He looked up, his eyes so very, very drowning dark. “Yes, my love?”
“I want you inside me. I want you now.”
Lidon and Degorsk fell back. In an instant, Tranis’ great bulk covered her, and Cassidy opened herself wide to take him in. He slid inside easily, and she cried out with welcome.
Tranis rose to kneel on the bed, bringing her up with him. One hand cradled the back of her head, tilting her face so he could smash his lips to hers. The other cupped her buttocks, supporting her while he thrust deep inside. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, rising and falling upon his staffs. She felt she claimed what was hers even as she gave herself up to him.
They moved together, instinctively knowing the choreography of life’s most ancient dance and performing each step with precision. Over and over Tranis filled her, and Cassidy clutched at him with inner muscles, drawing him deep into her well. The darts of bliss grew to spears of ecstasy, and she bit his lips as light suffused her being.
Tranis bore her back down to the bed, spasms wracking his hips as he ground against her. She clawed at him, furrowing his shoulders with ferocious glee, marking him as her own. With a strangled cry, he surrendered his seed to her. She gloried in every throb of his flesh within her own, in her mastery of the brute who’d dared to try enslaving her.