He moved around me on the bed, his powerful body caging mine as the silver veins along his torso pulsed like glowing river currents. The light traced down his abdomen, converging toward his thick, aching cock. His fangs were fully out, sharp and gleaming, but every touch stayed feather-light, reverent.
"Do you want it?" he asked, voice low and rough like crashing waves.
I nodded desperately, hips lifting toward him.
"Use your words, Raven."
"I do so much! So please just fuck me already."
Thryian's crimson-tipped elf ears twitched at my plea, flushing even hotter. A low, muffled groan escaped him. "Hng..." He gripped my thighs, spreading me open with controlled strength. His silver-lit body hovered above mine, the mating ritual already stirring between us—an ancient pull that made the air feel charged with ocean energy.
