A bourbon-orange scent careened through Layla as her Dragon rose in a wash of deep mercy, keening for him. Reginald’s eyelashes fluttered at hearing that name from her lips. His breath caught hard in his throat as his eyes sparked with a glorious grey-gold light. And then he seized her behind the neck hard; kissing her again.
Drowning her in his oceans.
Lust broke between them like a dam flooding open under heavy spring snowmelt. Layla felt them both give in to it for the first time – truly give in, neither of them holding back now. As if the fury and passion of centuries drowned them, all the tension that had been building between them these past months suddenly exploded.
Layla’s Dragon scalded through her veins with a devastating heat as Reginald devoured her, and Layla devoured him back in a heady wash of passion. Picking her up under her thighs as they kissed, his oceans roared around her as he held her effortlessly aloft, hauling her short skirt up so she could lock her legs around him. This was no effete, clever courtship. This was no demure touch of passions restrained. This was wild, raging heat, and as Reginald tore away Layla’s dress, breaking her bra in his roaring passion, he took her breast into his mouth, hard and deep.
Layla cried out, arching in his arms as he held her aloft while he sucked her breasts. Her passions and his were a tidal wave now; obliterating all restraint and logic as fire met water. Slamming Layla up against a rose quartz column, Reginald’s hands ripped her underwear as he sucked her, making Layla gasp with abandon as he tore his breeches open also. Arching for him, her energies howled like a desert funnel in the tides. Tearing his pearls from her wrist and slipping her earrings out fast, Reginald set her free.
And then he thrust inside her, strong and deep, and Layla screamed out his true name –Sivvir.
The sea roared around Layla, devouring her with every thrust. Gripping her by the throat, Reginald fucked her as power screamed out around them in a furious golden flame rushing through a hurricane of water, his gaze rabid and his energy roaring just like hers. Layla felt their magics twist together; she saw it happen in the air as an enormous white-silver Dragon coiled through her red-gold one. With powerful muscles and fangs, Reginald’s Siren wrestled her Dragon in its coils. She saw the dominance in Reginald’s eyes as he fucked her; saw the way they sparkled like an ocean of light to master her as he threw her magic over on its back. And made her surrender to his power even as she slid her talons deep into him.
Twining them both together.
Reginald roared as he felt it; how their Dragons twisted into an inseparable coil, mastering each other and being mastered. With a growl unlike anything Layla had ever heard, he heaved her higher as he tore away his shirt and waistcoat – fucking her in only his breeches and riding-boots. An ocean of death and light streamed through Layla as he cored her harder; deeper. Her lips were in his hair as they fucked; she couldn’t stop breathing him. His lips were at her neck, mad with abandon as he kissed her, bit her. He was a roar of passion and power as he bound her with his ferocity and she bound him back with her unrestrained magic. Layla felt her power twine into him as he thrust as deep as he could get, pinning her wrists up on the column as he kissed her and she gasped for heaven and high water.
But then – he stopped.
Breathing hard, Layla felt Reginald master himself with impeccable control. In a wave of glory, he mastered her also, sluicing her almost-Bind in his vast oceanic power. Arresting her body, mind, and magic, he pinned her with his gaze, his hips, and with his hands. His eyes burned grey-gold as he heaved for breath – as he gave her a glorious, dominant smile.
“Not yet!” He gasped. “Not yet!”
Breathing just as hard as he, Layla couldn’t say anything, only nodded. She was sea-foam in his arms as he gathered her up off the column, cradling her naked body close as he walked them to the bed. Laying her down, he pinned her to the coverlet with one hand upon her chest, making her feel his tremendous power as he settled his weight upon her. Sliding his hand up to grip her throat, he mimicked what his pearls had once done – controlling her, making her writhe and gasp beneath him. Bracing one hand upon the bed as he kept her secure, he watched her eyes, making her wait for him.
And wait for him.
And wait for him.
Layla gasped, writhing with need, delirious with it. Keeping her pinned by the throat, Reginald somehow shucked his boots and breeches, then moved over her again, his glorious body entirely naked now. Layla could feel him, so hot and hard, resting against her – sliding against her royally slow. Making her feel him as he devoured her with his eyes; as he kept her waiting upon his dire tides like a becalmed fishing boat at sea.
With his free hand, he lifted her leg, sliding her ankle up to his shoulder. Layla’s breath caught as he positioned himself at her opening; watching her, holding her in a tightly bound position with his hand around her throat and his lean, hard body bearing down on her thigh. Layla squirmed beneath him, whimpering softly, desperate for release.
But this game was a pleasure for both of them, and she saw Reginald’s lips curl up as he held her, as he made her taste him but need so much more. Teasing her, he pressed the last bit of himself into her, then pulled away, making her gasp. Watching her as he turned his head to kiss her inner ankle, he teased her again and Layla writhed on the bed, trying to push her hips up onto him only to be denied. Tears beaded in her eyes now, tears of need as she mewled, gripping her hands like talons into the bed and giving a short scream of frustration.
Massaging her neck, Reginald soothed her with his magics, flooding a calming sensation through her raging lust. Pressing down hard on her thigh and spreading her wide for his pleasure, he slid his power in through her lips with his eyes as he choked her gently, licking his pleasure into her mouth with his oyster-smooth magic and making her devour him. And when he finally thrust inside her, it was with the sweet, slow slide of the ocean, thick and firm. Fucking her royally slow, impeccably slow as he kissed her with his magics, hard and aching and deep.
Pinned by his hips and body, by his eyes, his hand, and his phallus sliding deep inside her, Layla gasped in bliss as he sheathed himself to the hilt. And although she was the one tamed beneath him, her pleasure flooding out in ripples of golden fire that danced through the room on tides of seawater manifested by Reginald’s power, he was tamed by her in return. His eyes shone as he pressed blissfully deep inside her, kissing her with his power. As he thrust again, Layla arched and he let her, his hand more gentle at her throat now. Massaging her firm and slow, he built his oceanic energy inside her, undulating with deep thrusts until she could barely take it anymore, crying out with the need to release.
And then he began to sing.
Soft and low, an impossible sound issued from Reginald’s beautiful lips as he fucked her, as he took her. Like waves flowing in sunlight, it was the same sound she’d heard in her dreams the night he’d nearly drowned her with his passion. As Layla arched beneath him, feeling his grip on her throat, his body sheathed within her, his song so sweet inside her, something within her finally released. One moment, she was writhing with pleasure.
And the next she was screaming with it.
Surging in a bright wave as Reginald’s Siren-song set her passions free, Layla spilled over into climax. With one last, sundering thrust, Reginald spilled himself deep inside her with a matching cry. Layla’s Bind-power rushed out in a torrent; Reginald’s power swirled out like a typhoon. Twining into each other, they cascaded into a blissful coil – shooting high into the sky like a geyser and flooding the morning with bliss.
Layla cried out again and Reginald’s hand spasmed from her throat so she could sing free. As he came breathlessly down, he rolled her atop himself, still sheathed inside her. Layla heaved with sweet sobs as he cradled her close, singing his tender song in her ear. Gradually, the power of their Bind sighed away – though it was not gone, and never would be now.
Reginald’s song faded out as he set a kiss to Layla’s temple. Cradled close to his warm body, Layla felt him slip out with a delicious sensation, and she gave a small shudder as Reginald gave his own.
“My god!” Layla gasped, her lips at his neck.
“My goddess…” Reginald spoke softly, low and spent.
Combing her curls, Reginald’s fingers touched Layla gently; reverently. Brushing across her back, he explored every curve with his touch until she was utterly serene where she lay on his warm chest. An image of sea-caves came to her; a Dragon of red-gold fire inside them, curled up in the sand with its nose beneath its tail. Peaceful, the beast winked at Layla with one lazy golden eye before it snuggled deeper into its cavern of sand and saltwater and soothing ocean sounds.
“Me, too…” she murmured with a smile.
