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avoiding, begging. He reached her abdomen and the muscles rolled, her pelvis arching.
    She smelled even more meadow-sweet, and he bit her hip bones and began his descent. She thrashed on the mattress. Oh, a mattress. Smart move.
    He couldn’t believe his brain functioned at all.
    He reached her mons and opened his mouth wide. He took as much of her as he could and sucked hard.
    The groan that left her was guttural and deep, resonant. He planted a hand between her breasts and held her flat. He was strong. He slid the other hand beneath her buttocks and pressed her into his mouth, lifting her up so that she could watch.
    Her lips parted as she dragged in air. He slid his hand to the side, caught a nipple between thumb and forefinger, and squeezed. She threw her head back.
    Watching her brought a chuff from his throat. His lungs worked like bellows until he was growling and huffing.
    “That sound,” she cried.
    He couldn’t help the sound he made but when he sucked harder and the chuffs strengthened, her legs locked around his back and he could tell by her cries she was once more caught in ecstasy.
    Something inside him eased a little as he brought her over and over, resting between and taking her to the heights until she was limp, her eyes glazed, her breathing fast.
    He moved over her again, moving up the bed, up and up until he could position himself against her mouth. He pushed his cock against her lips, demanding.
    She met his gaze then slowly parted her lips. When she was wide enough, he plunged into her and mouth-fucked her hard. She used her hands and her nails and scored his buttocks, and it felt just right.
    He was taking possession of her. She knew it. He knew it.
    He felt his balls grow tight, but he didn’t want to come like this. He withdrew, suspending himself over her, waiting it out. He had to spend himself inside her.
    He flipped her over and pulled her up onto her knees. She arched her back, which tilted her buttocks up. He dipped low and licked her until she was flowing wet again then he rose up and drove into her hard.
    Damn, his wing-locks. They’d been burning and he had this feeling he would mount his wings, but he didn’t want to. Shit.
    As he began to pump into her, he chuffed hard.
    “Come for me, Leto. You are so beautiful like this. Come for me.”
    Her words, her voice, her body, her scent. He supported himself on one arm and with his free hand he fondled her breasts, squeezing them hard. He bit down on the back of her neck and pumped fast.
    Damn his wing-locks.
    As he came, he roared because his wings released, adding to the intense pleasure. But would there be enough room for his entire wingspan? Or would he be maimed?
    The sensation of releasing into Grace took over and pleasure came from every direction at once. He thrust hard, his wings flapped, and the sound of Grace crying out in pleasure spurred him on. He pumped harder, giving her every bit of who he was as a man. Pleasure rippled over his massive body, and some terrible pain inside him finally drifted away. Grace had come back. She had come home to him. He could breathe again.
    He began to slow in his movements and to savor how she sighed and cooed, and that he was connected deep.
    At last, his consciousness began to fade, and he fell down on her so that she collapsed under him and under the covering of his wings.
    *   *   *
    At first, Grace was too lethargic to move—but she wouldn’t have been able to anyway. She was caught in some kind of postcoital bliss that rocked her eyes in her head. She smiled and savored. Her mouth was pressed into the mattress, making it even harder to breathe.
    Everything was so very wrong, yet so right, which made no sense at all yet complete sense.
    Leto had given her a choice.
    She would always remember that as probably the most heroic thing he could ever have done with her. She had understood the depth of his need and she knew he’d been locked into some kind of primordial beast-mode. Yet