Page 89 of Flames and Blood

I start to sit up. Her hand lands flat on my chest and pushes me back down before I can stop her. I keep forgetting how strong she is. She has small hands and a narrow build, but there’s a creature within that could take me out if she wanted to.

“Too many clothes,” she mutters, stripping my pants off me. Then she’s astride me with her knees against my ribs and her thighs burning against my hips. She reaches down and takes my cock in her hand and holds it, feeling the temperature of it, and something in her face settles.

“You’re like snow,” she says. “Everywhere.”

“Is that a complaint?”

“No.” She shakes her head, looking down at where her hand is closed around my shaft. She slides the tip along her slit, and the muscles in my belly tighten.

“God,” I groan. I’m waiting to see steam rise between us. She moves her hips and sinks down an inch, hissing out a breath.

“So…so…good,” she murmurs as she sinks down further. She takes half of me and stops. Her breath goes out long. She’s tight enough that I feel her working around it.

“Slow,” I say.

“I know what I’m doing.”

She takes the rest of me in three long presses. On the third, she seats fully and her eyes close.

“Kalli,” I groan, a sound coming from my chest that I’ve never heard from myself before. I’ve been burned by sunlight, by runes, and once by an actual house fire. None of it prepared me for being inside a dragon.

“Move when you’re ready.”

She moves.

She sets her own pace, deep and unhurried. She adjusts the angle twice until she has what she wants and then she stays there. I lie under her and let her use me. I’ve been in control of things for as long as I can remember, but letting her take charge feels like the most natural thing in the world.

“You fit just right,” she moans, grinding her hips down against me, then leaning down to brush her lips against my forehead. Her hair falls forward over my face. I gather it into a fist at the back of her neck and hold it. She lets me. Holding it puts her throat above my mouth. I press my lips there and feel her swallow.

My free hand moves down to grip her hip. The muscle works under the skin with every roll of her body, her movements growing bolder.

“Talk,” she says.

“About what?”

“Anything. I want your voice under me.”

“You’re beautiful.”

“Say something less human.”

“Less human?” I frown.

Something’s wrong.

It arrives at the back of my head while she’s riding me, and I don’t want it there. She hasn’t said my name since she walked through the door. Not once. Kalli uses my name constantly.

But it’s hard to focus on that because she’s riding me harder now. I rise up to meet her, our hips crashing together rough enough to bruise.

Her pace shortens. Her free hand comes down on my chest and her nails set into my skin, almost through it. The heat coming off her climbs. I feel it climb, degree by degree, against my stomach and my thighs. Her breathing loses its evenness.

“Yes…yes… Oh, God!” Her voice is rising.

I get my hand between us and my thumb on her clit.

“Fuck!” Her walls spasm around my shaft. Then she stops making words at all.

She goes rigid with her eyes open on mine. They blaze like fire, her hair wild about her shoulders. Gold scales ripple up her arms and chest.