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“You have a dragon between your thighs,” he growled into her ear. “Which one of your sisters or any of the gods can say the same?”
In a completely uncharacteristic slip, Eirgiggled.
There was no other word to describe the strange sound that started with a snort and ended in childlike titters.
She couldn’t help it. She was beyond delighted that she was the only one.
With only this particular dragon.
Executing an easy roll, he flipped their positions so that he was on top.
Instead of thrusting, he rotated hips in a circular motion instead, simply drilling and grinding his cock inside her. The same way she drove him to madness with her taunting swivels before. Squeezing him continuously where he ached the most, where he was most sensitive and raw for her.
He tortured her now in retribution. Relentlessly rubbing just where she needed him, while the thick root of him pressed against her pearl with every subtle stroke.
He could go like this for hours, she knew from experience. He minimized the friction upon his stalk and glans but maximized the impact on her pleasure centers. Both of them. At once.
Gods! He felt so. Fucking.Good.
Her legs fell shamelessly open of their own accord, every muscle loose and pliant. She lay there like a glutton full from feasting, yet ever insatiable for more. Her pussy pulled and squeezed his cock with every minute movement he made.
On a low vibration, she orgasmed around him, milking his seed from him in return in subtle creamy pulses.
“No one,” she rasped when she caught her breath.
“No one I know has ever seen a dragon such as you, much less have you between their thighs.”
She stared intensely into his eyes, all humor gone as she said:
“And no one ever will. Only me. You promised.”
“Aye,” he agreed with a teeth-baring grin.
“Only you, my Eir.”
He kissed her throat and nuzzled her breasts, his tongue flicking over both of her nipples until they stood at attention again, hard and aching.
Then, he suckled them, drawing on them so perfectly, she felt the pulls all the way in her channel, in her womb.
And she clenched around him all over again as she came. Her hands raking welts into his shoulders and back as she surrendered to her crisis.
He groaned under her sensual assault.
“You are so easy to ignite. So quick to come undone,” he rumbled. “This passion is the farthest thing from boring, woman. Next time you will have your own stories to tell.”
He said it in teasing, she knew. But she still took his chin in hand and made him meet her eyes.
“You are not a story to tell,” she said solemnly.
“You are my beginning and my end. My desire, my hope, my every wish. I will never forget you, my warrior. My dragon.”
Upon hearing her words, his eyes lit with blazing firestorms in her favorite vision—a heart melting smile.
Just for her.
