Althea’s eyes met his just as he pushed forward, the thick head of his shaft sliding against her slick folds. The sensation made her gasp, her hands clutching at his shoulders. Slowly, he pressed in, stretching her inch by inch until he was fully sheated inside her, filling her so deeply she could barely breathe.

“Gavriel…” Her voice was breathless, half a plea, half a moan.

He gritted his teeth, savoring the tight, hot feel of her around him. “You’re mine,” he said, his voice ...