His kiss didn’t just make her toes curl but made her inner dragon roar in pleasure. That, in turn, made her human half hungry. Desperate. So when he tried to keep it soft, gentle, and exploring, she defied him and wrapped her tongue around his. Twisted her hand roughly in his hair and angled his head so she could take more of him.
Fueled by her lead, just as desperate, he kissed her harder. So passionately that a gushing warmth flooded her core. Burning heat morphed into a painful throbbing ache.
“More,” she groaned. Ravenous, she tossed aside the fur, straddled him, and gasped, “Now,” without interrupting the kiss.
He didn’t bother asking if she was sure, if she was really okay, but gave in to her demands, not by chanting away her clothes but by ripping them off. Down the front. Up the crotch. He was a madman, and she loved every minute of it. Every second. She didn’t want slow and romantic but hard and rough. Fast and relentless.
Somehow it had been too long, even though she was still a virgin.
She didn’t realize she had chanted away his clothing until his hard flesh was against her. Until she dug her nails into his broad shoulders and dragged her wet center along his thick shaft. She wanted to explore his muscular chest, his numerous tattoos, to savor the moment, but she was too damned turned on. Too desperate.
“I want...”
Whatever else she was going to say turned into a long, strangled moan when he grabbed her ass and eased into her. Where she had expected a pinching sensation, maybe some pain, there was none. Only extraordinary pleasure at him filling and stretching her. Her hypersensitive flesh went into overdrive when he fully seated himself. Her belly quivered, and her legs shook when mini-climaxes began rolling through her before he even moved.
As he gave her time to adjust and ride out the sensation, his lustful gaze roamed over her with appreciation, followed by his hands. It almost seemed like he knew right where to touch. What she liked. From caressing her breasts and pinching her nipples to twirling a finger ever so gently down her stomach until he rubbed the pad of his thumb over her clit and kept her pleasure going.
Yet there was so much more pleasure to be had.
Pleasure to give.
To that end, she began moving, riding him, needing more. Everything in him. He grunted with approval when she slid up and down, over and over, rolling her hips just the way she knew he liked.
“Because we’ve done this before,” she said hoarsely, startled by the revelation. “I’m not a virgin...haven’t been....”
Something about those words, realizing he’d had her before, made him remember as well because he grew more passionate. More intense. Touching and stroking all the right places in all the right ways. She felt his thoughts swell as he gripped her hips and thrust up into her faster. Heard him think that this was how it wassupposedto feel.
Even an hour ago, she might have gotten pissy that he compared her to other sexual encounters but not now. Not when his mind and body were so clearly focused on her. How much he had missed this. Craved it. Needed it like he needed to breathe.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulled her close, and braced against the wall, so he had all the control. He was in charge. Thrusting at will. Slamming into her. Desperate to feel something he hadn’t in far too long.
Where some might not like being taken so roughly, she loved it. Every hard, violent, teeth jarring thrust. She was pretty sure her eyes rolled back in her head, it felt so good. So long overdue. Her inner dragon roared with approval when things grew rougher still.
Her vision hazed red.
Her skin sheened.
Honestly, if they hadn’t peaked when they did, she thought her dragon might actually erupt. But no. The moment he held her even tighter, growled she was his into her ear, then thrust up hard one final time, she hovered on the precipice. When he trembled, and his hot seed filled her, she catapulted over the edge.
An orgasm ripped through her that went far, far beyond her expectations. One that shook her to the core, so deep down inside, she knew her dragon experienced it too. That when she cried out in release, it did too.
After that, in so much pleasure, it was euphoric, she slumped against him and lost herself for a while. Lost herself to the ongoing ebb and flow of mini-climaxes that seemed never-ending for them both. To how good it felt to be wrapped in his arms with him still deep inside her. In fact, she lost herself so much she must have drifted off because when she awoke, they were lying on the fur, and he watched her with his dragon eyes.
While some might be startled by that, she found it comforting. Familiar. Because she knew those eyes. They belonged to her. On her. Taking her in. Just as they had been at the very beginning. She startled at that. At the flash of his baby dragon eyes peeking over a rock at her. At finding solace in them. Comfort in all the fear and confusion.
“You weren’t born yet,” she murmured.
“Neither were you.” He traced his finger along her jaw, clearly remembering as well. “I saw you, though. Looked right into your eyes in another place and time.”
She was about to respond when one of his tattoos grabbed her attention. Granted, he had several, and she’d had little time to admire them in the heat of the moment, but this one seemed new.
“You didn’t have that before, did you?” An unexplainable warmth ran through her when she trailed her fingers over the dragon tat that ran up his forearm and lower bicep. “It’s...” Sharp emotions rushed through her. A sense of gain and loss all at once. “Familiar somehow.”
“It appeared after we were together last night.” He eyed it with equal nostalgia. “It doesn’t mean we mated, though.”
Her sisters’ mates had developed tattoos that meant just that.
“No,” she whispered, ignoring the surge of hope she had felt. She said as much, too. “Oddly, a part of me almost hoped it did.”
