*Runze's POV*
He doesn't give me time to breathe.
The second his lips cover mine again, Bael pulls back half an inch and drives into me. Hard. Deep. His hips snap forward and I feel every inch of him push in until there is nowhere left to go. The air locks in my chest.
The angle is deep, hitting somewhere inside me that makes my toes curl against the sheets instantly. I reach back instinctively, my fingers catching his forearm where it locks across my hip, not pushing him away, just holding on to something solid while the rest of me comes apart.
"B-Bael—" I choke out against his cheek. My fingers twist hard into his skin.
He doesn't answer. He pulls his hips back slowly, almost all the way out, then drives forward again in one heavy stroke that forces a broken sound out of my throat.
Then again. And again.
