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She’d been attracted to Nikolai, but he hadn’t reached inside of her, his scent hadn’t gone to her head, made her crave him. She was craving Zeke. It was borderline alarming how quickly that realization made her begin to shed her inhibitions. His soft strokes against her sex, teasing her through the fabric of her panties, made her feel bold and desirable. Made her want to strip herself of her clothes and stand in front of him for him to see all of her, wanted his eyes on her. Wanted him on her.
He pushed his hand to her hip, lifting the skirt of the dress in the process, tugging her panties down her legs as he went down on one knee. He bid her to step out of them. She did, neck bent to observe him as he slid both hands up either of her leg, again lifting the skirt of the dress until his hands reached the curve of her ass cheeks. His face was perfectly level with her groin, and she realized what he was doing right before he made her lift one leg slightly, giving him easier access as he moved his head forward. His tongue hit her heat, lapping slowly until it reached her waiting clit. She gasped, pushing him away.
She didn’t want to do this standing.
He looked surprised, but when she backed away from him, unzipping the side zipper of her dress, understanding dawned. He slowly got to his feet, the tips of his fingers glowing. She wondered briefly what it would be like to make love to him in dragon shape. She had an inkling it would be phenomenal.
No way to explore that option now.
His inner dragon seemed to be showing its appreciation, lining his eyes with fire. He was like a flame, the darkness only enhancing him. The heat that radiated off him reached for hers. It warmed her.
She slipped the dress off. All that was left were her shoes, panties already off.
He unbuttoned his shirt, his smooth skin gleaming from within, his inner fire tracing his veins.
He was beautiful.
She hoped he found her the same. By the look on his face, he did. He pushed his shirt off his shoulders, dropping it on the floor. She watched, waited. Impatiently patient, wanting to drag it out, wanting it to happen now. Wanting him.
He reached for her, wrapped his arms around her, caught her mouth in another kiss. Her hands sliding up his strong arms, the muscles moving in the most compelling of ways, begging for her touch.
And they were skin to skin.
Finally.
She wanted it to take forever; she wanted it to be quick and sweaty and messy. She wanted him to lower her onto the bed; she wanted him to take her against one of the bed posts. The trembles within were deepening, the anticipation almost painful. The sensation of his tongue against her had felt like no more than the tip of an iceberg. What was he going to do to her?
Her thoughts were becoming fractured impressions. His hands at the small of her back, her hands in his hair, his hands sliding up her stomach, her heart stuttering as he closed his fingers around each of her breasts, squeezing until she moaned into his mouth. Her body responded, the ache intensifying into something maddening. She’d never been so turned on before. She was trembling for him to fill her, to be inside her. She felt as though she would come apart if he didn’t give her what she needed.
He moved his mouth from hers, sliding it down her throat again, planting a kiss on her left breast. He continued down, getting on his knees, and she followed the lead. The bed was right behind her, she had a seat on it, willingly spreading her legs when he placed either hand on her knees, urging her to. He trailed kisses up her inner thigh, her breathing heavy as she watched his progress. He was going to sink his face between her legs again. The thought made the ache between her legs intensify in a way that almost made her whimper.
Finally, his fingers touched her as they parted her lips right before his tongue began to lap in hard strokes against her clit. He must’ve known how far gone she already was since there was zero foreplay this time around. Her orgasm began to build under his steady rhythm until she was lying back on the bed, hips rolling to meet every stroke of his tongue, her mind splintered into incohesive fragments. When the orgasm finally peaked and rushed through her it was like she barely even knew where she was, or why she was, except for this sensation. It wasn’t her first orgasm by far, but it felt like it was. She faintly registered that she was moaning uncontrollably, back arching, toes curling with the pleasure.
Holy fuck.
She was still trembling.
She knew exactly what she wanted.
And so did he. Heaving himself onto those strong arms to lower himself on top of her. She didn’t think, merely reacted, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, crashing their lips together. He tasted of her. She didn’t give a fuck, lapping at his mouth as he had lapped at her. Finally, she drew a moan from him. He didn’t have the self-control to keep himself from thrusting forward and thrusting deep. It made her cry out, but not from pain. There was no pain. She’d expected it to hurt, but it didn’t. He fitted himself into her, his arms still propping him up as he looked down at her.
“Don’t,” she stopped him from apologizing.
There was no need, he had to see that on her face.
He did. A smile appeared on his mouth, warmth flooding his eyes. She reached up, placed a hand on his cheek. She almost told him she loved him, but still felt it was too soon. Because it was all happening so fast. Perhaps because it was meant to, but she couldn’t know for certain. Part of her wanted him to say it first.
“You feel good,” she whispered, making the smile broaden as he leaned in to kiss her again.
His hardness was providing the tremble within with the ultimate relief. She began to move around it, letting him know exactly how good he felt, rolling her hips slowly to discover all the sensations he could produce. He stayed still, but his breathing, slow and heavy, betrayed how she was affecting him. Finally, he groaned, thrusting his hips forward, burying himself impossibly deeper.
“Oh, God,” she sighed, back arching again. “Oh, God, oh, God.”
He seemed to take that as earnest encouragement because he dragged his hands up her arms, keeping them over her head, his face burying itself against her neck as his thrusts picked up their pace. There was soft desperation in them. He was groaning against her neck, one hand sliding back down her arm to close around her breast, pressing into her hard nipple, making her feel as though she was going to lose her mind completely if she didn’t reach the peak again soon. If not having him inside her had made her feel on the brink of falling apart, then having him there was centering her, creating a feeling of wholeness that was both exhilarating and terrifying. What if he didn’t feel the same?
She brought her hands to either side of his face, making him look at her. His eyes were hooded with desire, deep blue and wide open. They were breathing in tandem, exchanging the same air, as their joint orgasm began to build. He crashed their foreheads together, thrusting faster, harder, her legs wrapped around him tightly. Their moans mingling. Until finally starry skies burst through them both. They were being loud, they knew it. They’d meant to be, they knew that too. They had to make the guard outside believe this was why they’d come up here. But this was no act. She could feel it in Zeke’s kiss as he claimed her lips again, both of them stuck in the afterglow, never wanting to leave. She kissed him back as fervently.
She was his.
