Chapter 28

Kayla

Drovo released me from his grasp and let the vines gently guide me to the floor. I laid down on the furs with a contented smile on my face. We were mated now, wholly and truly mated.

Drovo laid down beside me and tucked a braid behind my ear.

“You’re so beautiful. Look at you, my little luna moth, glowing for me under the light of the full moon.” He ran a gentle finger down the length of my arm.

“Why are they called luna moths?”

“They’re called that,” he purred as he ran his finger up and down my arm again. “Because they glow every full moon.”

“All of them?”

“Every last one.”

“Then why do you call me your luna moth?”

Drovo grew quiet while he thought of his answer. “That’s what I wanted from the moment I saw you. Luminescence. I didn’t think it would be possible, so I called you my luna moth because even if you never glowed for me outwardly, you’d always glow in my heart.”

“You’re such a romantic,” I teased him, but his words had struck my soul. He’d always wanted me. Despite our misunderstandings and arguments, the love was always there.

I squeezed his hand in mine, and he pulled me to his chest.

“I’m never going to let you go,” he whispered in my ear. “Never again.”

He shuddered and I knew he was remembering his time apart from me in that dark cave Dameron had thrown him in.

“Never,” I squeezed his hand again.

The warmth of his body surrounding mine awoke a separate warmth within me. Already just a few minutes after our last coupling, I was starting to ache for him again.

I wiggled my ass against his cock, and he let out a low warning growl. “Don’t tempt me tonight. My control is already hanging on by a thread.”

“Then cut it.” I smiled up at him.

He kept his eye contact with me as a feral grin spread across his face. He dipped a finger into my channel and moaned when he found me wet.

“Tell me that you want me.”

I was feeling naughty, so I didn’t say anything. Instead, I wiggled my ass against his cock once again.

He growled and lifted his hand from my core and slid it over my clit. I shuddered with pleasure. My body was already buzzing with anticipation of our next coupling. I needed Drovo more than I thought possible.

He continued to run circles over my clit with his finger, over and over again, until I was trembling.

“Drovo,” I whimpered. “I need you.”

“Say it,” he growled.

“I want you,” I moaned. “I’ve always wanted you.”

He hummed his approval as he lifted my leg with his hand. With one quick thrust, he was inside me, filling me to the brim in the best possible way. Already his petals were vibrating against my labia and I felt the stimulation all the way up my spin, like a warm caress running through my entire body.

His other hand slid under my side and his fingers grazed the underside of my breast like a tease, promising better things to come.

He gripped my thigh as he thrust into me again and again. There was no slow build up this time. He was going for it now. I had told him to cut the string binding his last bit of control, and he listened to me.

Thrust after, after thrust, after thrust, in and out, ridge, after ridge, after ridge. My pleasure compounded and multiplied, taking me higher and higher up the mountain top of my climax.

I was so close now. I needed release, and I needed it badly.

I ran my own fingers over my clit, chasing the orgasm I knew was close by. I closed my eyes and waited for the waves of pleasure to wash over me, baptizing me anew into this new era, this new mating.

Drovo slapped my hand away and replaced it with his tail. “Mine,” he growled. He sounded pained, as if he was close to an orgasm himself.

“Yours,” I agreed.

His tail slid up and down my clit, his ridges moved in and out of me. grazing my g-spot every time. His petals felt divine against my sensitive skin, but it wasn’t enough. Somehow, I still didn’t feel close enough to Drovo.

“I need more.” I whimpered and his hand that was under my side, teasing my breast, moved up to my neck. He gently squeezed and buried his face in my braids.

“Never. Letting. You. Go.” He punctuated each word with a thrust and on the word go, I exploded.

That was what I had needed. A promise, a claiming, an oath. Skin to skin, soul to soul, we were bound.

My climax tore through me like a tsunami crashing against a cliff. My body was the cliff and I was getting battered with pleasure.

I felt Drovo stiffen behind me and cry out my name. His hands were almost painfully tight on my thigh and neck, as if he were holding onto me for dear life. I didn’t mind it. I would be his foundation to land upon.

As soon as his orgasm had subsided, we laid together on the furs, panting and boneless. The night had only begun, and we’d mated twice. What else did this night have in store for us?

The answer came about an hour later, as Drovo and I talked. It was one of those amazing one-in-a-life-time conversations where you talked about everything and nothing, and you buzzed with the feeling of being seen.

Another wave of horniness hit us and I ended up on all fours, with Drovo behind me, claiming me with one thrust after another. He found his release after I found mine and we collapsed again onto the furs.