Chapter 39 #4
Heat slicked her skin. His rich, decadent scent strangled her. The wet fwap of their bodies meeting tingled in her ears, but she didn’t care when his deep, guttural grunts and groans overshadowed it.
Light-headedness swam in her mind until she thought she was on the verge of passing out. But she never did, somehow holding on to the last tether of consciousness, even when her frantic heart threatened to collapse in on itself.
So good. It feels so good. She clung tightly as she twisted and stretched from pleasure. She didn’t have the composure to speak, but her mind pleaded with him not to stop. To keep going until she was broken down and obliterated into dust.
When he glided his hand out from underneath her arse to caress up her side, she stretched as goosebumps assaulted every nerve ending in her torso.
Her leg shuddered when he came down to glide his way underneath it so he could hold the back of her knee and position her better for his manic thrusts.
His tongue lashing against her throat instantly made her next cry come out shaken and haunted.
“Always so sensitive,” he rasped against her with heavy and hot huffs. “I knew it would be amazing once I got you below me. So beautiful, so sweet, so soft as you take every inch of my cock.”
He hooked her leg over his waist, like he wanted to bring himself closer somehow, and wedged his arm back under her so he could cup her side and hug her tighter. And the ache in his chest at finally being able to do so while he was nestled deep within her panged behind her own breastbone.
She wrapped her arms around him until their torsos were so meshed together there wasn’t any space between them. She moulded to him in every way, needing his nearness as her next orgasm finished coiling up and released.
He shuddered this time when her nails bit into his flesh, and she was sure blood welled. An overwhelming urge to sink her teeth into him was born entirely from tenderness.
His hips picked up speed, yet twitched. The aggression that had been winding her up melted away to utter desperation as his breaths grew airier. With a belly-quivering groan, Kier parted his lips around her neck until she felt the slow creep of teeth.
But Carwyn couldn’t take it anymore. Her head shot forward, and she bit into the top of his shoulder as whatever was happening inside him reached its pinnacle.
His cock slammed balls deep and held there, right as tension shot through him so acutely he quaked.
His muscles bunched and flexed. Pleasure flooded her belly, causing her pussy to spasm around him, right as liquid heat spread inside her.
Her eyes crinkled with blissful anguish at every spurt of his seed.
Every time he felt it, he gifted it to her, and her insides answered by squeezing him in disjointed unison.
Come deep inside me. She locked her ankles against his backside and drew him in even deeper, and he rocked against her with fluttering moans. I want all of it.
Every drop of hot liquid. Every bit of seed. Every bit of dragoncraft.
She wanted to lock it all in and keep it.
Only when his release eased did she unlatch her teeth, but she was far more reluctant with her feet.
Kier sagged against her just as her hands fell to the bedding to lie limp.
Finally she could gulp in oxygen to her starved lungs, and they panted together.
They twitched, her body jolting along with him in aftershocks that made her clit tingle.
He recovered much faster and brought his palms up to grasp her hands and wrists in two unyielding fists. He used his knuckles to steady himself as he rose above her, arching when she wouldn’t let go with her legs.
Then the strangest thing happened. Carwyn swore she heard his voice in her mind, even when his gritted teeth and snarling lips never moved. Slitted pupils dilated into wide ovals, and his nose crinkled tightly as he glared menacingly down at her.
Mine.
A scream ripped its way out of her tired lungs when hot agony seared into her flesh. Her ankles unlocked so she could kick, while her back bowed against the scalding on the essence of her soul. Despite the overwhelming agony, she never fought to escape, even as tears welled, instead braving it.
The adoration coming from him, the infatuation and utter devotion helped to hold her comfortingly through it. It soothed her and birthed wonderful pangs in her heart, so that once he was done and released her, she lifted her branded hands to cradle his cheeks and bring him down for a sobbing kiss.
Her tears spilled over when he did the same, holding her head gently like she was the most precious thing in existence as he devoured her lips.
Even when one hand slipped down and his thumb pressed low on her belly, the heat of magic radiating behind it in what was likely a contraception spell, her contentment never wavered.
So I’m bonded to this dragon.
I wonder what his mate mark will look like?
And the aftermath of their joining came with nothing but satisfaction and happiness.
No regrets. No guilt. No shame or concerns.
Just pure, untainted joy.