Page 22 of Breaking Briar

I fall down to my elbows, caging her body in mine. She fits so perfectly underneath me, her curves molding to my hard muscles as if we were designed for this very moment. She’s so small, so fragile, so perfect.

For a moment, the sentimental part wishes to slow my strokes, allowing her to enjoy it as much as I am. But the dragon won’t let me forget the betrayal. She must pay for her actions in this.

Even if she didn’t cause them directly, she didn’t stop them either. She fell into her eternal slumber with Dragon’s Bane guarding every inch. More than that, her diary damns her even more than her actions.

She fell for the witch’s trick. She did her best to deny me her body. She doesn’t get the luxury of a gentle copulation, not with what she did to me. Inside, the dragon rages, wishing to claw at her skin as he ravages her.

But I don’t let him. I can’t let him. Not until I know just what her body can take. While I have no problem pushing her to her known limits, those within the normal bounds of a human, I don’t want to lose her. I can’t lose her. And if the dragon was thinking with anything other than his rage, he’d know that too.

Bending my head low, I inhale her scent, noting the difference now that I’m fucking her. It’s deeper, somehow, far more decadent and enticing. Perhaps it’s her arousal? Whatever it is, it’s intoxicating. I fear I can get addicted to it quite easily.

Briar still doesn’t move as I piston in and out, only inching back and forth with the ferocity of my thrusts. My arms and the pillow cushion her head as I slam into her, over and over. Her inner walls flutter and clench as her own release builds alongside mine. At this rate, it won’t take either of us too long to finish.

Should I awaken her now? Allow her to feel our bodies joining while coherent enough to appreciate it? But even as those thoughts flit through my mind, the dragon snarls, refusing to show mercy. Perhaps it’s for the best. With a groan, I slide my hand down Briar’s hip, anchoring her to me as I bottom out. So close. So fucking close.

Sweat pours down my back as I undulate up and down, punishing her pussy with each hard stroke. The dragon battles within me, desperate for her to feel him, too. My nails turn to talons as I struggle to keep him at bay.

Unfortunately, with my mind so discombobulated with the pleasure flowing through me, I find it harder to keep him locked away. The sharp nails dig into her fragile skin, sending crimson drops of blood down to the sheets below.

My cock swells and expands, not quite engorging to the point where I’d worry about breaking her, but thicker. I’m so thick, so hard, I can barely thrust in and out. Painful arousal skitters down my spine as desperation claws at me.

Grunting, I continue to fuck her, not caring that each thrust brings a smearing of pink onto my cock. All I can think about is my release. A knot swells at my base as my balls draw up. The dragon’s knot. The one part of him I allow to intrude on this moment.

Tingles race up and down my spine as I lean in close, my lips barely hovering above hers. Just one kiss. One kiss and she’ll wake up to find herself stuffed with my cock.

Once more, I slam my hips forward as I come. The knot swells, locking us together as one. Before the dragon can stop me, I place my lips against hers, hoping against hope that it will work.

Nothing.

My heart plummets as she lies there, barely breathing.

But then, she writhes beneath me. Her screams of pleasure fill the space, ringing around my ears.

My little princess is awake.

Before she can realize what she’s doing, her arms come up, grabbing me around my shoulders. Her nails score my back as she writhes beneath me. My little bride is a hellcat and seems to desperately adore the filthy things I’m doing to her.

CHAPTER 10

BRIAR

Pleasure washes over me, flooding me with sensations I’ve never known to exist before. I can’t put words to it. I can’t even comprehend it. Even as my body screams out in what should be pain, the pleasure overwhelms all of it until I’m a needy mess beneath this man. This monster.

Terror floods my soul as I look up at him. Philip. It is him. But somehow, it’s not. Instead of kind hazel eyes staring down at me, they’re tinged with red. And he’s angry. Oh, so angry. Why is he so mad at me? It’s not as if I’m the abomination.

My mind snaps as he moves again, thrusting himself into me. I’m so full, nearly bursting, and yet I crave more. I need more. My hips move without my permission, grinding against his hard body. Deep inside, he pulses as heat floods my system.

The groans dripping from his lips as he tilts his head back and howls to the heavens wash over me, drawing an answering sound in kind. Only mine sounds more like a pained whine as desperation twists my insides.

It’s not enough.

It’s not nearly enough.

Why do I still ache? Why do I still yearn?

After a moment or two, Philip looks down at me, an evil smirk twisting his lips into a snarl. “Do you crave release, my princess?”

“Yes!” I cry out, pushing against his chiseled chest. “Release me, you monster.”