Chapter Sixteen #4
Well.
My jaw drops, as his cock springs free. Thick and hard, with five silver piercings along his shaft that flash like tiny stars in the light.
I push myself higher against the pillows, not even pretending I’m subtle about staring now. My eyes drag over him slowly, and the heat low in my stomach gets worse as his hand slides slowly over his own length, his thumb dragging along the cold metal.
He smirks and catches both my ankles, pulling me down toward the edge of the bed so fast a startled gasp slips out of me.
“Jesus,” I breathe, looking down between us and then back up at him. “You’re going to fucking break me with that.”
Draygon’s expression changes.
His hand settles firmly at my hip, thumb pressing into my skin as he leans over me, dark eyes locked on mine.
“Then I’ll put you back together after.”
Fuck.
My stomach flips, and the smug bastard sees exactly what it does to me.
“Oh yeah?” I mutter.
“Every. Single. Time, Echo.”
He kisses me once, slow and deep, before shifting closer and lining himself up.
The rest of the teasing disappears after that.
The first inch slides in, the metal beads grazing my inner walls with a sharp, electric sting that makes me gasp.
He pauses, letting the sensation settle, then pushes deeper, each thrust a measured stretch that pulls a moan from my lips.
“Feel that?” he growls, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing tight, fast circles that sync with his slow, deep strokes. “Every bead dragging across you, stretching you open… you’re taking me so fucking good.”
“Oh fuck, Draygon,”
His pierced cock fills me completely, the ladder’s barbels catching and releasing with each movement.
My back arches beneath him, and Draygon follows me down, one hand sliding behind my neck as his forehead presses to mine.
His breathing is rough now, control starting to crack around the edges, but his touch stays steady.
“Look at me, pretty girl.”
I force my eyes open.
“That’s my girl.” His thumb brushes my cheek, almost tender compared to everything else. “I’ve been waiting to have you like this.”
The words send another wave of heat through me.
He kisses me slowly, swallowing the sound that leaves my throat before pulling back just enough to watch my face.
His pace stays slow and deliberate, never giving me enough space to settle before he draws another reaction out of me.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Don’t hide from me.”
My fingers dig into his shoulders.
“Draygon—”
“I know.” He presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “I’ve got you.”
There’s something about how softly he says it while completely controlling the moment that ruins me.
His hand slides into my hair, keeping my eyes on his.
“Let me see how pretty you are when you lose control on my cock.”
Fuck.
My breath catches and his mouth brushes mine again.
“You spend all your time taking care of everybody else.” Another slow kiss. “Let me take care of you. Take what you need from me, Echo. I’m not going anywhere.”
That one goes straight through my chest.
“Yes—Fuck. Don’t stop—”
His expression shifts, something darker slipping in beneath all that softness.
The pace changes with it.
Still controlled. Still deliberate. Just harder now, enough that every movement knocks another breath out of me and leaves my thighs shaking around him.
The metal of his Jacob’s ladder adds a sharper edge to every pass, and fuck, I feel all of it.
“Draygon—”
I can only moan, a broken, pleading sound, my thighs trembling around his waist as he angles his hips, pressing the tip of his cock against the front wall, the Jacobs ladder catching my G-spot with each inward push.
A sharp, bright flash of pleasure spikes through me, and I cry out, a sound that mixes ecstasy and desperation.
“I know.”
His hand slides up my body, keeping me close while his mouth brushes my jaw.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Let me have you.”
My fingers dig into his shoulders.
Whatever control I had left is fucking gone.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, voice cracking. “Please, don’t stop.”
He chuckles, a dark, amused sound leaves him, rough and pleased.
“Wasn’t planning to.”
He keeps the same relentless rhythm, watching my face like he needs to see exactly when I break.
And then I do.
Hard.
My whole body locks around him before the release tears through me, leaving me shaking beneath him.
Draygon groans against my mouth as his own release hits, his cock throbbing, buried inside me, his whole body tightening against mine before he finally stills.
He stays there for a second, breathing hard, forehead pressed to mine, one hand cradling the back of my head while the other keeps me tucked close.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “That’s it.”
I can barely breathe, let alone answer.
His thumb brushes slowly over my cheek as I come down, and when I finally open my eyes, he’s still watching me.
Not smug anymore.
Just wrecked.
Soft.
Possessive.
Like he wants to keep me exactly where I am.
“So fucking pretty when you let go for me.”
My stomach flips all over again.
Because apparently two orgasms isn’t enough to shut that stupid reaction down.