Chapter 21
Iscowl, though she’s avoiding my gaze. She has to be messing with me. The entire time we’ve been here, she’s been in a daze, completely captivated by everything I showed her. Now she’s demanding more?
“Baby dragons,” I growl, and she shrugs.
It’s taking everything in me to keep my eyes on her face instead of any lower.
The void must have eaten our clothes. They were formed by magic.
I just assumed we’d get our original things back without any extra steps.
That’s how it usually works. Between this and not showing up where I meant, I wonder if this is my curse.
Maybe it morphed. Can a curse have stages? I have no idea.
She clears her throat, and I focus on the present. Sparks flick from my fingertips when I realize I’m staring at her tits. Her perfectly formed tits, with beautiful nipples that make my mouth water. I shake my head and spin around with a muttered curse.
“When are they hatching?”
“Any time now, though that could mean years or seco—”
A small roar cuts through my words, and my head snaps up to search the bed of flowers.
Mari squeals and I whip toward her. She’s dancing from one foot to the other on the edge.
I have no idea if they’ll burn her, and I stalk closer.
Shit will go south if she accidentally tramples one.
The whole lot will rise up to defend themselves.
“Mari,” I snap, and she turns, delight stamped on her face.
She squeals again as a small tuft of flames erupts from several hundred feet away.
Pure joy radiates from her. She’s forgotten all about being naked.
Forgotten she’s in a foreign land. Forgotten the worries plaguing her.
It’s transformed her. No, this side of her was always there.
It lurked beneath the surface, behind her snappy responses, and underneath the pain. She hides it well, but I saw it.
“Thank you,” she whispers and launches herself at me.
A grunt leaves me as I grab her. She winds her legs around my waist. Her warm hands cup my cheeks, and I catch the wild look in her eyes a half a second before she’s kissing the shit out of me. I freeze for the next second, and she starts to pull away. She doesn’t get far.
Gripping the back of her neck, I meld her body to mine.
When she moans, I take full advantage and lick her bottom lip.
It doesn’t take long for my skin to crack, revealing deep purple lines underneath.
I drink in her whimpers like a demon dying of thirst. I’d gladly subsist on only her and the delicious noises she’s making.
She pulls away, panting as she rests her forehead against mine. Galaxies sparkle in her eyes, a whole host of worlds I’ve never explored. I desperately want to fall into them.
“You’re sparkling,” she whispers.
“So are you,” I whisper back.
“Can we…” She pulls in a shaky breath. “Can we not talk about it? Can we just…I’m sick of analyzing—”
I cover her mouth with mine, cutting off her words. If she needs something to occupy her mind so she doesn’t overthink this, I’m more than happy to oblige. She wiggles in my hold, and I groan. With my cock trapped between us, the friction is delicious but not enough.
I slide my palm down her body, then grip her ass with both hands. A needy whine leaves her, and I lift her higher. Her heels dig into my lower back as she tries to impale herself on my cock. I should slow this down, make sure she’s not going to regret this.
When I rip my mouth away from hers, though, she lines herself up and sinks onto my length. A deep groan leaves me instead, and I tip my head back.
“Perfect,” I wheeze as her pussy flutters around me.
Her back arches as she attempts to move. There’s no way I’ll be able to fuck her properly like this. If we had a wall, I’d slam her against it. With a table, I could lay her down and…I cut off my fantasies. There will be time for all that later, hopefully.
“Hold on, spitfire,” I say through gritted teeth, and she whines, yet wraps her arms around my shoulders and buries her face in my neck.
I close my eyes and reach for my magic. If it doesn’t work, I might cry. It’s hard enough with her clenching around my length. Slowly, too slowly, dark clouds gather around us, then settle into what I hope is a cushy bed. When I shuffle forward, I trip over a rock and send us tumbling.
She clings to me as we sink onto the makeshift bed. Somehow, I don’t squish her, and she bites my neck while her shoulders shake. This is not the way I thought things would go. In fact, this is the last place I imagined taking her for the first time. Maybe the third, but definitely not the first.
She flings her arms out, letting the fluffy clouds cushion her. I push to my knees, hoping I don’t sink into anything other than her. She arches her back and my cock hardens, though I don’t know how that’s possible. She moans, clenching around me, and I grunt.
“Keep that up and we’re not going to get very far,” I mutter, then roll my hips and she spasms again.
When she peeks at me from slitted eyes, I know I’m a goner.
She’s pulled me completely under her spell.
No one else has captivated me as completely as she has.
I shake my head, shying away from complete dedication.
This isn’t the time or place to have an epiphany. Especially while I’m deep inside her.
“And if you don’t start moving, I’m going to take care of things myself.” She smirks, and something primitive rises within me.
I drop my hands on either side of her head and thrust lightly into her.
She gasps, tipping her chin up, and I take full advantage of her exposed neck.
I brush my lips across her soft skin, then sink my teeth into her neck.
Licking the spot, I relish the taste. One day soon I’ll bury my face between her thighs and drink up every drop of her pleasure.
I pull back until only the tip remains inside her, and she whimpers.
“Dimitri,” she whines, digging her heels into my lower back as she tries to force me deeper.
It isn’t easy teasing her like this when all I want to do is claim her completely.
I wrap my lips around her nipple and flick the hard bud to distract myself.
It doesn’t work, but still I worship her tits.
She lets out a cry filled with frustration, longing, and desire, and I grin.
When I nip at her other nipple, she gasps again.
When her hand slips between us, I grab her wrist and force her arm over her head. “You’re distracting me, spitfire. Do you know how long I’ve been craving this? Craving you? Now, let me play.”
I suck her nipple back into my mouth, pulling another moan from her. It’s as if words have failed her. As long as she remembers how to scream my name when she comes, we’ll be just fine.
She trembles under me, constantly wiggling as I memorize each dip of her skin. When she whispers out a plea, begging me to fuck her, I give in. This has been a torturous rapture, and I don’t want it to end.
I plunge into her once more, earning another moan.
The sound mixes with my own groans as her heat envelops my cock.
I glance down, watching as I disappear into her over and over.
Magic swirls through the air, the clouds forming a canopy over us.
I push to my knees and grip her hips. Her fingers wrap around my wrists, and her nails dig into my skin.
Lightning flickers through the fog, raining glittery sparks across her body.
She meets me thrust for thrust, and already my gut tightens.
Fighting off my release is the hardest thing I’ve done to date.
As she writhes underneath me, a vision of my future flashes before my eyes.
I swallow hard, focusing on Mari. She’s my present.
I don’t care what happens later. Not right now.
The future can keep its secrets as long as I get to be in this moment with her.
She shudders and her back arches. I slide my hand between us and find her clit. One touch of my fingers is all it takes. She explodes. She may not scream my name, but every inch of her is blanketed with ecstasy. From her disheveled purple hair swirling around her to her toes curling into my back.
I never slow, drawing out her orgasm as long as possible. I want more—more of her rapturous pleasure, more of her desperate moans, more of her desire-filled eyes finding mine. Her hands fall to the side, and I slow to a stop. She blinks at me, her swollen lips parted as she gazes at me.
“That was—”
“Oh, I’m not finished, spitfire.” I slide my hand around her neck and tug her toward me.
She whimpers, and I kiss her hard and fast before slipping out of her. My cock weeps, mourning the loss of her heat. No amount of reassurance will help.
“Where do you want me?” she breathes, then grins. I release her as she scrambles onto her hands and knees.
“Fuck me,” I whisper as she pops her ass in the air.
“No, fuck me,” she says, then buries her face into the makeshift bed.
She wiggles her hips, and I grab them, willing my claws back in.
I doubt she’d appreciate pain right now.
Then again, maybe she’s into that sort of thing.
I shake my head, shoving the thought away for later.
We’ll be having many discussions about what she wants, what she needs, what she craves. I’ll give it all to her.
“Need some help, sir?” she asks with laughter tingeing her tone, and I growl.
I bury my cock in her, gritting my teeth to stop myself from recklessly pounding into her.
She pushes back with every thrust, not noticing my hesitancy.
When she begs me to go harder, faster, my breath stutters in my chest and I oblige.
Bolts of lightning crack across my skin as I hurtle closer to the edge of oblivion.
When her fingers curl into the dark clouds by her head, I know she’s close.
Without slowing, I slide my hand around to play with her clit.
Instead, I find her own fingers there. I place mine on top of hers, giving the extra pressure she’s craving.
I sink my teeth into her ribs, wishing she was facing me.
I want to watch her eyes roll back in her head again, knowing I brought her to new heights.
“Come for me,” I command through gritted teeth.
She spasms around my cock, her body tensing under me while she soaks our thighs with her pleasure.
Her hand goes limp along with the rest of her, and I wonder if I’ve pushed her too far.
Mist fills our little bubble, cooling her skin, and she sighs.
I grip her hips once more and tip my head back as I relish the feeling of her pussy clinging to me as I surge into her again and again.
“Dimitri,” she says, her voice barely a whisper on the wind. “Please.”
I don’t know what she’s asking for. I wrap an arm around her waist and my hand around her throat before hauling her upright. I hold her lightly, and her pussy quivers around me.
“Touch yourself,” I growl, and immediately her hand drops between her legs. I drive into her, mesmerized by the sight of her.
A choked sob leaves her, and she stops. “I can’t.”
I press a kiss to her jaw, right above my fingers. “You can and you will.”
“Demanding,” she gasps as I take over, brushing my thumb over her clit.
Within seconds sparks fly around us, and she grabs my wrist. I expect her to pull my hand away from her throat, yet she squeezes and keeps me in place.
I flex my fingers and press harder into her sensitive bud.
I grunt as she spasms around me one more time, and I follow her into oblivion.
Thunder cracks and lightning crashes around us.
My magic’s never been this out of control while being with someone.
It’s her. It has to be. I’ll accept nothing less.
She slumps in my grip, and I lower her to the fluffy magical bed.
The clouds dissipate around us, and the song of the lava flowers fills the air.
I collapse next to her and haul her closer until she’s wrapped around me.
She hums as I skim my palm up and down her back.
Whatever secrets we hold between us, at least we got this right.
Something primitive wakes up inside me, and I bury my nose in her hair.
I could definitely get used to this.