Only a few moments later, her trembling fingers once again curled into my tattered shirt, tugging hard enough to strain and tear the fabric. Her breathing came in sharp, uneven bursts, and her eyes turned wild again, burning with raw desperation that bordered on panic.

“Hey,” I murmured, catching her wrists as her hands slid lower, fumbling at my waist. “Slow down.”

She let out a low, guttural sound—not quite a growl, but something filled with frustration and need. Her claws stayed retracted, but her nails dug lightly into my skin as she fought against my hold, pulling insistently at the barrier of clothing between us.

Her hands trembled violently as she tried again, her tail lashing behind her like a whip. The fire in her eyes flared brighter, unrelenting, as though she couldn’t bear another second of waiting.

“Alright,” I said softly, releasing her wrists. “Okay. I’m here.” She needed this, I told myself.

The words barely registered before she surged forward, her hands flying to the hem of my shirt. Her grip was frantic, tugging the tattered fabric upward with a strength that left no room for hesitation, betraying her frail form. I reached up, helping her peel the shirt over my head, and her breath hitched audibly as the runes etched into my skin came into view.

Her hands hovered for a moment, shaking as though she wasn’t sure where to begin. Then she lunged, her fingers pressing hard against the glowing lines that pulsed faintly with energy.

The contact sent a shiver through me, the heat of her touch igniting the magic beneath my skin. “Easy,” I said, though my voice was rough, the words catching on the edge of my breath.

But she wasn’t listening. Her hands roamed over my chest and shoulders, scratching and squeezing desperate and clumsy as she sought every inch of me. Her almost glowing eyes locked onto mine, pleading and wild, and the sheer intensity of her need sent a jolt through my chest. I knew she had me, then.

She shifted suddenly, her hooves scraping against the floor as she straddled my lap, pressing her body flush against mine. When had she taken her borrowed pants off? Her hands moved lower, pulling at my waistband with sharp, insistent tugs, her growls turning to soft, frustrated whimpers.

“Hold on,” I rasped, catching her hands. “You’re moving too fast—”

She wrenched her hands free, her lips parting as a sound escaped her—a high, broken keening that struck deep, somewhere I didn’t know I could feel. It wasn’t anger. It was desperation, raw and overwhelming, as though her very survival depended on this moment. Maybe it did.

“Okay, okay,” I said, my voice dropping into something softer. I brushed her hair back gently, trying to steady her trembling frame. “I’ve got you. Just... let me help.”

Her hands stilled, hovering at my waist, but her breath came faster now, her eyes flickering between my face and the runes on my skin. Her tail coiled tightly around my leg, holding me in place as though afraid I might slip away.

I shifted slightly, guiding her hands to the fastening of my pants. Her fingers fumbled clumsily, shaking with urgency as she worked to free the fabric. It fell away in a matter of seconds, and her hands were back on me, her grip firm and unyielding as she lowered herself onto me.

Her body pressed closer, every movement driven by instinct and hunger. Her lips found my neck, trailing heat down past my collarbone to the rune-covered softness of my bosom as she let out another low, trembling sound.

“You don’t have to fight for this,” I murmured, sliding my hands to her waist to steady her. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

But she couldn’t slow down—not yet. Her tail flicked sharply, her body grinding against mine with a frantic rhythm that sent a rush of heat through me. Her breath came in shallow gasps, her movements growing more erratic as she let the need take over.

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Her kisses turned fierce, her teeth grazing my skin as her hands roamed over me, clinging tightly like I was the only thing keeping her tethered to the moment. She moved with an almost feral desperation, her tail tightening its grip around my leg even further as though trying to anchor herself.

“Hey,” I said softly, catching her face in my hands. “Look at me.”

She froze briefly, her eyes snapping to my face. They were still wild, still brimming with a need that felt all-consuming, but there was a flicker of something else now—something vulnerable and afraid, hidden beneath the chaos.

“You’re safe,” I murmured, brushing my thumb across her cheek. “I’ve got you. Take what you need.”

Her lips parted, and for a moment, I thought she might pull back. But instead, she surged forward, her mouth finding mine again with a hunger that stole the air from my lungs as her far too long tongue snaked its way past my lips.

The kiss was messy, uncoordinated, and utterly consuming. Her hands gripped my shoulders tightly, her nails pressing into my skin as she pressed herself fully against me. Every movement, every breath she took, was a plea, a desperate search for the connection she’d been denied for so long.

I let my hands drift lower, steadying her trembling frame as her hips rocked against mine. Her body was a study in contradictions—soft and yielding in some places, tense and unrelenting in others. The heat radiating from her was almost too much, her desperation igniting something primal in me that I couldn’t ignore.

Her rhythm was erratic, each movement driven by instinct rather than thought. I guided her as best I could, my hands firm on her waist, coaxing her into something steadier. Her growls softened into ragged breaths, chest pressed against chest as if trying to absorb the other, sweat pooling on our skin as the tension between us mounted.

Her forehead pressed against mine, her breath mingling with my own as her hips found a rhythm, each motion sharper and more insistent than the last. The raw, unfiltered need in her movements left no room for hesitation, her eyes fluttering shut as she lost herself in the moment.

Her hands slid down to grip my arms, her nails digging into my skin—not out of malice, but from the sheer force of her desperation. Every shift of her body sent a jolt of heat racing through me, my runes flaring brighter as the energy between us surged.

“You’re okay,” I murmured, though my voice came out rough and broken. “I’ve got you.”

Her only response was a low, guttural sound deep in her throat, her lips brushing against my neck as her body moved harder against mine. Her tail tightened around my leg, her entire frame trembling with the effort of holding back.

“Don’t,” I whispered, sliding a hand up her back. “You don’t have to hold back. I’m here.”

Her eyes snapped open, locking onto mine with a mixture of disbelief and something raw and fragile. For the first time, she let go completely, her movements turning frantic and uncontrolled as her need reached its breaking point.

The connection between us deepened, the hum of energy coursing through my runes growing louder, sharper, as if resonating with her every motion. My body burned with the intensity of it, every nerve alight as her movements grew erratic, her breath hitching with every shift, my runes burning so bright we lit up the room in tones of black un-light and pink energy as I felt some piece of her wedge itself deep within my very being.

I tightened my grip on her waist, anchoring her as her rhythm faltered. Her growl softened into a sharp, broken cry, her body shuddering against mine as the tension crested and broke in a rush of heat and light as we both went over the edge.

She collapsed against me, her body trembling with the aftermath of her release. Her breaths came in sharp, uneven gasps, her forehead pressing into the crook of my neck as she clung to me with a grip that was both fierce and desperate.

Her tail loosened its hold, curling faintly around my leg before falling still. Her hands, which had gripped me so tightly moments ago, now rested lightly against my skin, her fingers twitching faintly as though unsure whether to let go.

“You’re alright,” I murmured, running a hand gently down her back. My voice was hoarse, the words catching on the edges of my own uneven breathing. “It’s over. You’re okay.”

Her only response was a soft, almost imperceptible hum, her body sagging against mine as exhaustion overtook her. Her eyes, once so wild and desperate, were now half-lidded, her gaze unfocused as she struggled to steady herself.

I shifted slightly, adjusting her in my lap so she could rest more comfortably against me. Her tail flicked faintly at the movement, but she didn’t pull away.

The room around us felt impossibly quiet in the aftermath. The faint hum of the broken light overhead was the only sound, a soft reminder of the chaos we’d left behind.

“You needed that,” I said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

Her eyes flicked up to meet mine, a faint glimmer of something unreadable lingering in their depths. Then, slowly, she nodded, the motion almost imperceptible.

Her breathing steadied gradually, the trembling in her body easing as she settled against me. The tension that had gripped her for so long was gone now, replaced by a fragile stillness that I didn’t dare disturb while I let my mind catch up with what we'd done.