It was more than just their Dragons and magic they were joining – it was everything.
She clutched his face as he thrust again, and this time it was he who cried out, closing his eyes and shuddering at the sensation of their togetherness. Layla wrapped her arms around his neck, gripping him tight, burying her lips and nose in his chest. Securing a strong arm around her back, Adrian suddenly lifted them up without losing their connection. Raising her with his hand on her spine and one beneath her ass, he rocked them back to a cross-legged seat on the bed with Layla’s legs locked around his hips.
His hands held her firmly upon him as much as his coils had held her; she was pinned and there was no slipping as they changed position. As Adrian leaned back in his cross-legged seat, he flexed his pelvis – driving deeper inside her. Layla arched as he cored her to her depths, Adrian leaning back on one hand, holding her with just one arm, pinning her to his chest and phallus as he made the angle deeper, more secure. Layla cried out at his deep thrust, feeling him come to the very end of her, struggling with pain and exquisite pleasure.
But he had her, his arm pinning her from the middle of her back where his elbow rested, up her spine to the base of her neck where his hand spread. His strong fingers gripped her neck like his fangs had done in Dragon-form, scintillating and decadent. Adrian thrust again, watching her with his burning aqua eyes, riveted as if he wanted to watch the beauty of her writhing upon him. And she did, arching against his body and gasping.
Trapped, pinned upon her mate.
A decadent knowing lifted Adrian’s lips as he thrust again, so slow, so hard, so thick and deep that Layla cried out, throwing her head back in ecstasy. She writhed upon him, she bucked as her mate held her, as he rolled his pelvis so she could feel every last inch of him deep inside her. Moving his hips so he fucked her in a coiling wave, Layla roiled with him, undulating against his body, feeling a flow of barbed muscles in their fucking now.
Roiling through each other, writhing around each other, their Dragons reveled, coiling in a vicious, heated dance as they fucked. Adrian dug his fingertips into Layla’s neck and she cried out, her Dragon roaring inside her with pleasure as the drake sank fangs into her neck yet again. Adrian tensed his body and thrust deeper, lifting his hips off the bed to take her as deeply as he could, and Layla felt his drake roar with glory as her drakaina did also.
As he thrust, coring her to her most intimate depths, Adrian’s power suddenly surged in – down Layla’s open lips. As he fucked her with his body, he took Layla with his power, kissing her hard, sliding inside her and making her gasp in a wave of passion as his power locked inside her both above and below.
Layla screamed his name as she felt his power take her, orgasming as a tremendous wave of golden flame burst from her skin. It flowed over the bed, burning nothing but touching everything, burnishing the duvet and the ebony wood and the floor as it rushed out into the night. She felt Adrian’s power explode also, and he was suddenly spasming as he came upon the backlash of her magic, roaring as a wave of crimson and aqua flame burst from his skin also, coating everything the same way Layla’s had and dancing through her power in a shimmering play of fire and light.
Racing out into the night, their power smelted into each other, exploding through the bower in a tirade of scalding wind and brilliance. Writhing together, Layla came again and Adrian did also as their twinned powers took each other, devouring and re-making each other. Layla’s mind broke open as pleasure crashed over her again and again, and through Adrian also, bringing them over and over in an endless loop. Color coated the night; color expanded inside Layla’s mind as pleasure devoured her for an unknown eternity.
And suddenly, she saw the sky far above. Sky. Night. Stars. As she stared up at a midnight desert sky bright with stars, she and Adrian clutched each other, heaving hard breaths and covered in sweat with their hearts pounding against each other’s ribs. Vaguely, she was aware that something had crashed down beside the bed in a shattering of glass and metal, smashing the remnants of the broken canopy. Adrian laughed. Staring up at the stars also, he laughed, clutching her close to his chest and shuddering as he held her deep.
“It melted!” He gasped with that beautiful laugh Layla loved so much. “We melted an un-meltable dome!”
Layla blinked, finally realizing what she was seeing as her ecstasy shuddered with aftershocks. She was seeing the midnight sky. All around, the alabaster dome of desert-glass had been melted, and the Moroccan chandelier of votives had smashed down beside the bed in the ruins of the bed’s canopy, shattering glass over the floor. The walls and columns and ceiling of the chamber were gone, replaced by a fluid ring of sublimated color swirling with aqua, crimson, and golden veins. Cast over the bed was a shimmering sand of gold, red, and blue, though neither the bed nor the greenery beyond the dome had melted.
As night winds rushed through the decimated space, swirling sand over the chamber with the scent of jasmine and oranges, Layla laughed. She laughed and laughed, breathless with glory.
And Adrian laughed with her, clutching her close as he eased them both down to the bed.
CHAPTER 9 – TAKEN
A puff of colorful dust heaved up from the duvet as Adrian and Layla fell down to it, laughing. All around the ruined dome, color coated everything, even the greenery thoroughly dusted with it. The strange product of their incredible lovemaking decorated Layla’s skin, smudging Adrian also as he heaved hard breaths on his back, staring up at the night sky through the melted dome and still laughing breathlessly as Layla did the same beside him. Rumbling with chuckles, Adrian extended a hand to stroke Layla’s thigh. Glancing over, Layla saw his cheek smudged with colorful dust like he’d been dancing out in a parade for India’s festival of Holi.
Adrian glanced over, meeting her gaze and grinning like a brigand.
“Yowza, Batman!” Layla cough-laughed. “What the hell did we just do?”
“Something unprecedented, I’d wager. It looks like the apocalypse in here.” Adrian chuckled, rolling to his side and sliding a hand over her ribs, palming her ribcage deliciously.
“I think it’s safe to say we brought the house down with that last number.” Layla quipped.
Adrian laughed. He threw his head back and laughed with that bright, winsome sound she loved so much. His eyes sparkled with every color like a Mediterranean dawn as he leaned down and kissed her, deep and delicious. His hand slid over her skin, and as he pulled away smiling, Layla felt him tracing patterns on her abdomen. She glanced down, seeing that he was playing in the streaks of colorful dust that coated her, painting her body with it.
“Trying to become Picasso?” She grinned, lifting an eyebrow at him.
“Trying to make you come again.” He growled, leaning in and pressing her with his deliciously sculpted body.
“I don’t think I can!” Layla laughed, mock-pushing him away. But it only made Adrian growl more, pinning her to the duvet with his hips, kissing her deep though she could feel he was truly spent now. Layla laughed as they kissed, struggling beneath him, which only made him grin at her lips and move his head – biting the side of her neck and making her melt with pleasure.
“Dammit!” She gasped, as Adrian bit her neck deeper. “Why does that feel so good?”
“Dragons like a little biting in the bedroom.” Adrian chuckled, pulling away and kissing the spot he’d bit. He hadn’t broken the skin, but Layla could tell it was going to leave a nice hickey she’d have to cover up tomorrow.
“What else do Dragons like?” She spoke as Adrian settled to her side again, propped up on one elbow and tracing patterns on her skin.
“Well, they certainly like whatever we just did in here.” He lifted a straight dark eyebrow at the ruined bedroom.
“They certainly do.” Layla lifted up, stealing a kiss from his lips, which lasted longer as he pressed into it, palming her ribcage so she couldn’t get away. At last he let her go with a soft growl, and Layla settled back to the dusty duvet with a satisfied sigh.
