Page 57 of Dark Dragon’s Mate

In a moment their pants were gone, his cock pressed tightly against her bare clit. Trish moaned. She was already wet and slick, and the feeling of his shaft moving up and down between her legs was making her crazy.

“You’re the light in my darkness,” he said softly. “Bright stars and colored galaxies. I want to fuck you so bad, wrap you around me and let you set me on fire. I want to feel you come when I’m inside you, over and over until you can’t remember anything but how we are together.”

Her insides completely melted.

He lifted her up until the tip of his cock was just outside her entrance. Then slowly, slowly, he let her sink down until she was completely filled with him. Hot and hard, stretching her and reaching deep inside, where no one else had ever touched.

Inside her body, inside her soul.

He gave a soft sigh, as if something released inside him, and closed his eyes. A long, slow rumble began in his chest, and she smiled. His dragon was happy.

Slowly, she raised herself and lowered down again, stroking him, and he moved his hips in rhythm, stroking her in return, both of them unable to feel anything but the place where they joined, the waves of sensation pulsing through them.

Emon leaned Trish backward, out over the abyss below, thrusting harder into her, bringing her closer to the edge. She felt the dark emptiness beneath her, only Emon’s strong hand between her and the steep drop into nothing.

And it was enough. It was all she needed.

She threw her head back, leaning into his strength, knowing he would never let her fall. Overhead the stars pulsed, gods and goddesses chasing each other through the night sky, searching for happy endings to all their stories.

A tide of sensation rolled up her spine, wave after wave. Emon reached down and stroked her clit, until the wave broke and she clenched around his shaft, shuddering with the force of her orgasm.

Emon took her breast in his mouth, sucking on the super-sensitive nipple. It sent another wave of orgasms through her, and she cried out.

Emon slowed his thrusts, rocking against her, letting her catch her breath. He still sucked on her breasts, first one and then the other, and the sensations began building again.

Trish held on to Emon. He was the only solid thing in a world that had become nothing but feelings, storms of pleasure like she’d never felt before. All she could do was ride the lightning, let it take her.

His hand still moved between her legs, feather-light strokes on her clit that sent electricity rocketing up her spine. It was almost too much, and she dug her fingernails into Emon’s shoulders.

Emon gave a strangled moan, his breath coming faster, his eyes glowing green in the darkness. His thrusts became harder, less controlled, and she stretched her thighs apart, trying to take him deeper still.

His thumb rubbed her clit with every stroke of his hips. “Fuck,” she whispered. “I can’t—”

She couldn’t stand it, but she wanted more. She wanted him to rip her apart and put her back together, lose himself in her so hard neither one of them would ever find their way back unless they were together.

Emon gave one final thrust and wrapped his arm around her hips, holding her against him as he pulsed inside her, filling her with his essence, his soul, his love.

She buried her face in his neck, dissolving in one final shattering orgasm, knowing that he would always have a piece of her, that she would never be whole without him.

And it was good.

Blue lightning played around their bodies, weaving them together, welding pieces of each of their hearts and souls to the other.

She waited for his dragon to push back, push away, but she felt no resistance. Only wonder.

Chapter 28

They sat there for a long time, not talking, not moving. Just holding each other. And then a ray of light caught her, lighting both of them with a red-gold glow.

She turned, and gasped. The sun was coming up, the sky filling with color. Red, orange, gold, with a hint of purple.

It was amazing. They sat for a few more minutes, drinking it in, and then Emon reluctantly pulled away from her, planting one last kiss on her shoulder. “It’s morning,” he said. “We should be getting back.”

Trish climbed slowly to her feet, hating the few inches of air between them. Her legs felt rubbery after their intense lovemaking; she wasn’t even sure she could walk.

Good dragon.

“Ten miles, you said?” she asked. “Do you think I could have those clothes back? And how comfortable are these to walk in?” She held out her foot, still wearing the glitter sneakers he’d made for her. He’d left those when he disappeared everything else.