Khell's tongue was like a lovely, sinuous, lively cock in my cunt, thrusting and searching and licking at my walls. His nose was breathing and nuzzling against my clit, a dull tease, but effective stimulation as I rocked on his mouth.

"I think—fuck, fuck yes, please—I think this is less real than ever," I managed, breath short and rapid, hips churning as Khell's hot tongue fucked me playfully, his purr vibrating against my sex.

He chuckled, and I moaned. The wall scraped against my back and the room spun, and Khell was halfway up, his hands holding my ass in place, before I realized he was standing.

I screamed—partly in shock and partly at the punch of his tongue against what I suspected was my G-spot—and my hands slapped the ceiling, stretching to brace against the beams. A hysterical giggle escaped me, a gasp of surprise, and a low whine of need.

My studio looked wild from this angle, the woods I'd painted on the walls lit perfectly by the morning sun, coming to life. And here I was with my beast, caught in the air like a bird, being feasted on.

"Khell," I pleaded, uncertain what it was I was asking for. This isn't the fantasy, I reminded myself. This is real. But there was panic fluttering in my chest, as if this scene might break if I weren't careful. Or maybe that tremor was the rise of my next release, Khell's tongue determinedly seeking out my most sensitive places, his claws digging into my ass to hold me in place.

I refused to let my eyes fall shut as I came, refused to blink and lose sight of my surroundings, of the dark russet braid in my grip, of the amber eyes watching me fall apart. I shuddered and sighed at the rush of heat and electricity that took over my body, but I held my eyes open, held Khell's gaze, tightened my hold on him before he could escape.

His tongue lapped me from hole to clit as he leaned back, breath ragged. "Relax," he soothed. "I have you. This is real."

I was relaxing anyway, an inevitable result of Khell's efforts, and he shifted me slowly, letting me slide down the wall into the circle of his arms, right down onto his cock, then further until he was inside of me to the hilt.

"There now, petal," Khell purred, his shadow now covering me, his warm mass supporting me.

This stretch. I'd walked around with the absence of this after the cottage, and it was like being made complete again.

"I missed you," I whispered, blinking up at him.

Khell nodded, brow furrowing, stepping in closer, his hands fastening my ankles at his back before one held my hip and the other my throat and jaw. "It was awful," he agreed. "It's over now. I'm sorry, Sunny."