Chapter 125: Edrik Learns Whats His

Edrik groans against her skin at that, something raw working loose in his chest, and he kisses his way down her stomach, worshipful and slow, pausing to press his face against her ribs and just breathe her in like he can’t get enough of her scent. His hands never stop moving—stroking her thighs, her hips, gripping and releasing like he doesn’t trust himself to hold on too tight even though every instinct in him wants to.

When he reaches the waistband of her pants he looks up at her, silent question in his eyes, and she nods, breathless, already undone by how thoroughly he’s taken his time with her.

He strips her the rest of the way slow, reverent, and when she’s fully bare beneath him he makes a sound low in his throat that isn’t quite words like something closer to disbelief, closer to gratitude. He takes her in with a slow, deliberate sweep of his eyes—the soft curve of her stomach, the faint freckles scattered like constellations across her hips, the vulnerable line of her inner thighs. He can’t stop looking.

Edrik finally settles between her legs and the first drag of his tongue against her makes her whole body jolt, her hand flying to grip his hair, and he groans against her at the taste of her, at finally, finally getting to have this. He’s slow at first, savoring, learning the shape of her pleasure with careful attention, but when she starts to rock against his mouth, when her breath comes in these desperate little hitches, something in him shifts from reverent to hungry.

He works her with his tongue and his fingers, two thick fingers curling inside her that make her cry out, and he doesn’t stop even when his jaw aches, doesn’t stop until she’s shaking apart around him, until her thighs clamp around his head and his name comes out of her in a broken sob.

He kisses his way back up her body slow, triumphant, pressing his mouth to every inch of skin he passes, her hipbone, her navel, the underside of her breast, her throat—until he’s face to face with her again, and she’s looking at him with something so open, so unguarded, that he has to close his eyes for a second just to breathe through it.

"I love you," he says, because he can’t hold it in his chest anymore, because it’s been sitting there for months, heavy and silent. "I love you so much it scares me."

"I love you too." She pulls him down into a kiss that tastes like herself, and he feels something hot and electric crawl up from his sternum, a strange heat gathering just beneath his skin.

She reaches between them, palms the hard line of him through his pants, and he groans into her mouth, hips rocking forward helplessly into her touch.

"Off," she says against his lips, tugging at his waistband, and he pulls back just enough to strip the rest of his clothes away, and when he’s finally bare over her he feels that strange heat flare again, right at his sternum, like something is trying to surface.

He doesn’t have time to think about it before she’s wrapping her hand around the thick length of him, stroking slow, and his forehead drops to her shoulder with a shuddering groan.

"Dove." Her name comes out wrecked. "I want—I need—"

"I know." She guides him to her pussy, and the first press of him inside her has them both gasping, him from the tight slick heat of her, her from the stretch of him, thick and long and overwhelming in the best way. "I’ve got you. I’ve got you, Edrik."

He goes slow at first, has to, has to let her adjust to the size of him, and he buries his face against her throat, breathing hard, every muscle in his massive frame trembling with the effort of restraint.

"You feel so." He can’t finish the sentence. He just rocks into her, slow and deep, and the heat at his chest flares brighter, sharper, almost burning.

"Edrik." Her voice goes tight, and she grips his shoulders. "Your chest."

He doesn’t understand until he feels it himself, a prickling burn blooming right over his heart, and when he glances down between their bodies he sees it forming beneath his skin. Pale lines resolve into the shape of a fox, sharp-eared, winter-white, exactly like the one that marks Dove’s own skin.

"That’s." He can’t speak properly, overwhelmed by too many things at once: her body around him, the mark burning into his chest, her hand pressing flat over the new tattoo like she’s trying to hold the feeling in place.

"It means you’re mine," she says, breathless, awed. "It means this is real."

Something breaks open in him at that, some final wall collapsing, and his hips snap forward harder, deeper, and she cries out, nails dragging down his back.

"Say it again," he growls against her ear, thrusting harder now, no longer careful, no longer holding back the full weight of what he’s wanted for so long. "Tell me I’m yours."

"You’re mine." She gasps it, meets every thrust with her hips rising to take him deeper. "You’re mine, Edrik, you’re mine! -ah! haah-"

He groans at that, drops his head to bite at her shoulder, not gentle now, sucking a dark mark into her skin that makes her clench around him, makes him curse against her throat. His pace turns rough, deep, the sound of skin against skin filling the room along with her moans and his low grunted praise its so good, so perfect, mine, finally mine, a devotion he can’t stop even if he wanted to.

Edrik’s hips slammed forward, burying every thick, pulsing inch of his cock into Dove’s dripping heat. Her body stretched around his girth, a wet, sucking sound echoing in the room as he bottomed out, his balls slapping against her skin. "Fuckin’ take it, you greedy thing," he snarled, grinding his pelvis against her clit, making her squeal. Her breasts bounced wildly beneath him, nipples hard and dark.

He didn’t waste a second. One calloused hand gripped her left breast, fingers digging deep into the soft flesh. His thumb found her nipple and pinched it hard, twisting just enough to make her gasp and arch her back, her cunt clenching around him like a desperate fist. "Hurts so good, doesn’t it?" Edrik growled, leaning down, his hot breath washing over her flushed skin. He didn’t kiss her.