Bracing herself for his thickness, she felt him press the tip against her entrance. Anticipation buzzed through her. Addicted to his touch, she craved for the rest of him. Her eyes studying his strong, plated form above her, she wanted for nothing else. Everything, except him, fell back into the deep waters of obscurity.

He couldn't wait everything had been exploration until this moment. This was the moment he'd wanted. Greed that had taken hold of his soul, his spirit. Overwhelming and constant as he teased her, and himself, into bringing this moment to fruition. Nothing else mattered, their moment finally belonged to them.

Drawing a shared shaky breath he placed his forehead against hers and pushed himself wholly inside her.

Mandibles flexed, he growled.

Biting her lip, she moaned.

Spirits, she was soft, tight and clenched against his length in ways that he'd never known before. Stilled against her, he hooked an arm under one of her legs and gently brought it up against her chest.

She heaved under him, her breasts shaking with each heartbeat. Her back arched as she felt the ribbed texture of his shaft inside her. Even without moving she could've climaxed just from how he filled her. God, how could something that wasn't meant to be feel so good?

Moan after moan gasped out of her as he gently drew himself out, almost fully, before plunging back inside. He repeated the motion at a slow pace, as they both adjusted to one another.

"Everything...alright...?" He rasped in her ear.

Unable to speak between the moans she gripped her hands at the back of his neck, massaging the place beneath his fringe he'd showed her earlier. Rocking her hips against his slow motions.

Catherine urged him to speed up; his member was deep and hard inside, but his movements achingly teased her. Every-time he filled her to the hilt, his plates above rubbed against her clitoris sending her into a new white hot passion.

She clutched at him, pulling at him from his neck as she rocked her hips quickly into his thrusts. Catching onto her instructions he slid in and out with thumps of increased force and speed. Mindlessly he gripped his talons into her hips, pulling him into her.

Blissful Grunts and growls meeting her moans and squeals.

"Catherine."

Glancing up she saw only the colour of his bright green eyes through the haze. They stayed locked; the pulse and climb of their passion bubbling between them.

The sounds of their lust filled the room: plates pounding against flesh.

"Xeylan."

Whispering his name she felt him grip her tightly, driving in and out, through their shared passion. Until he felt a pressure build inside her. She clenched him without any thought, pulsating around him tightly. Eye's in hazy bliss, mouth achingly crying his name.

Continuing to pump inside her, each movement drawing him closer and closer before she gripped him as he pressed himself deep inside.

Tighter than she'd been before he knew she'd reached her finality as she sank down to the bed, her back arched, pleasant cries and moans escaping her pink lips.

Her muscles tightened against him, as he drew himself out for a few more deep thrusts before he to couldn't hold on any longer. In one last surge he locked their bodies together and growled in blissful satisfaction. In and out he motioned into her depths, emptying himself completely.

Curling under the bedsheets, Catherine smiled feeling Xeylan's hot breath against her warmed skin.

"...Wow." She sighed happily, "if I'd known it would be like that I wouldn't have waited so long."

Xeylan wrapped his arms around her, running a hand through her messy hair. "We can always make up for lost time."