stretched her arms out above her head.
She lifted her hips to take the pressure off her shoulders. “But I need—”
“And I’ll give it to you. Trust me. That’s all I ask of you.”
She’d wanted a lover that wanted nothing from her. But this was a torture she hadn’t known existed. She twisted underneath him and realized he’d slipped off her loose pants.
Heavily, he settled between her thighs, stretching her knees apart. A rush of air—hot and cool combined—made her shudder helplessly, her delicate flesh exposed to him. Knowing he could see all of her when she was blind…
He paused, but she splayed her knees wider with a faint keening noise.
He couldn’t leave her like this, he wouldn’t…
His body was hot, so hot between her legs. When had he taken off his clothes? In the dimmest silhouette, she thought he still had the cape thrown over one shoulder, which seemed odd and kind of princely sexy. Awash in sensation, the memory of her nightmares still fresh, she couldn’t be sure that she still knew what was happening. She tensed again at the burning brand centered at her weeping slit, just a touch, no weight, as if they were both floating.
“Say the word,” he murmured.
What word? Could she say no? He held himself frozen at her entrance though she knew he was burning as she was. She felt his painful stillness, heard the curbed rasp of his breathing. If she’d been a real woman, he’d be thrusting into her already, both of them drowning in pleasure.
But he didn’t think she could take it, couldn’t take him, or what he was.
Swallowing hard, she thrust up and impaled herself on his cock.
Chapter 6
Bale almost came as Esme’s sleek cunt closed around him. That initial resistance… Fuck, that was the virginity that had been meant to seduce a dragon.
But it was her boldness that slayed him.
He held himself unmoving as she took him deep, not all the way, but enough. Fuck all the stars in the night sky, it was more than enough. Forgetting his self-imposed restriction not to move, he shuddered as she slowly stroked herself on the flared head of his cock and then partway down the shaft.
A shaky breath escaped him, echoing hers. Unable to hold back anymore, he had to let go of her wrists to reach down between their bodies, gently teasing the unfurled bud of her clit to ease her pain.
Her wet pussy clenched around him, and she moaned out another little noise, an innocent medley of eagerness and delight. Under his greater weight, the soft mattress offered her up like a delicious sacrifice, her pale skin gleaming in the faint light. He braced himself as he leaned down to lick her breasts.
What he wouldn’t give…
But he hadn’t had to give anything, just take. And he couldn’t give her anything, not when his kingdom was a secret stronghold no human could ever discover and his ichor was turning to stone.
Pleasure at least he could give her, and only that—pure, ruthless pleasure until she was blind with it. He suckled the rouged peaks of her breasts, tugging each nipple into swollen prominence while she writhed on the tip of his cock. She was going to fall… No, he couldn’t let her. Noble and selfless being that he was, he nudged just a little deeper, angling to find the sweetest spot in her hidden folds.
She whimpered and reached for him.
He should stop her. She would be disgusted, horrified if she knew what he’d become.
But she felt too fucking good.
She flattened her palms on his chest, bracing herself as she found her rhythm, each stroke faster, deeper, her juices drenching them both. He gritted his teeth, and a spark jumped from his lips.
Fuck. Luckily, her eyes were closed, but in that tiny shooting star of light, the ecstasy on her face was imprinted on his mind forever.
The dragon thrashed against its confines, both the ones he’d set and the inevitable paralysis of the stone blight. The beast wanted to claim her, etching their union in fire across the darkness, wanted
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