Hana didn't wait for Kulu to find his rhythm. She was a woman who lived by time and results, and Kulu's hesitation was a lag she needed to work with.
She kissed him briefly and then pulled back just an inch, her brown eyes locking onto his amber gaze, which was wide and swirling with an almost painful amount of devotion.
"Sit," she commanded, though her voice was far from harsh.
Kulu's wings flared in surprise, but his body obeyed instantly. He sank back onto the flat surface of the peak, his back against a rough side of stone.
Hana didn't give him time to overthink. She reached for the fastenings of his leather wrap, her fingers steady despite the high-altitude wind whistling against the exterior of his feathered cocoon.
She stripped away his pants, revealing his already hard cock, and she shut her eyes for a second, taking a moment to process this.
