“Gwenyth,” he whispered, the longing in his voice bringing the sheen of tears to her eyes.
Her mind pushed at her, insisting—rightly—that she didn’t even know if she was free to love Leo and what if she became pregnant? The sane part of her shoved these worries away, locking it behind a barricade to stop it from spoiling this moment with her brave dragon. If the dragons hunting them captured her, she’d die. Right now, she chose to celebrate life.
“Let me remove your trews,” she whispered.
His arms loosened, and he allowed her to move down his torso to straddle his hips. Without haste, she tugged the fabric up and away from his erection.
“Do dragons never don underwear?” she asked.
“The fewer clothes to discard when we shift, the better.”The lazy gleam in his green eyes was apparent even in the cave.
“I like my underwear,” she said.
“I adore your underwear. Pretty lace and silky fabrics. It’s different from garments available in the human village.”
“Hmmm,” she hummed as she pulled down his trews far enough to gain access to his engorged cock. She lowered her head and licked the crown, sucking a little before lifting her head at his gasp. “Too much?”
“Too good,” he replied. “I find myself with little restraint around you. I want you too much.”
“And that’s a dreadful thing?”
“It is since I want to spend hours making love to you.”
She stroked his abdomen and pushed up his tunic to gain access to his ridged abs. Her fingers drifted across the delineation of muscle and over his flat stomach before she returned to his cock. As she explored his length with her hands and mouth, despite his assertions he wouldn’t last, velvet tension grew in her, expanding and crowding away the uncertainty that kept assailing her. She focused on Leo, his beautiful body, and the tiny pulses and flexes of his muscles she drew from him with her touch.
She rose enough to drag her trews to her knees and teased her flesh to relieve or maybe add to the tension growing inside her.
Leo hissed as she stroked him too, the beads of moisture forming at the tip of his cock, telling her how close he was to his climax.
“Gwenyth,” he whispered, his tone hoarse.
She smiled, enjoying her feminine power even though it was a double-edge sword, hacking and swinging at her willpower too. Gwenyth lifted her body, situated herself, and sank down, taking his shaft in one increment at a time. She watched her lover as his flesh filled her, pausing when fully seated. For an instant, she savored the fullness.
“Gwenyth.” Her name was a ragged whisper, and it said everything. His hope for the future. The depth of his feeling for her. His enjoyment of what they were doing together.
She lifted off him and took him again, her pace slow to savor the thick slice of pleasure from each sweep of his cock against her inner flesh. With each invade and retreat, she shifted the angle a fraction until she hit a special place. Her head fell back with a groan while she slipped her hand off his hip to stroke her clit. Slowly, she increased her pace and soft, needy sounds bubbled from her throat. It was delectable agony—this rush of pleasure and sensation. Each rise and fall pushed more excitement through her. Her pulse thrummed, her heart thudding.
Then, on the next downward stroke, she was soaring from her body before jetting back down in a series of rapid spasms. She ceased the strokes of her tender nub, the orgasmic buzz making her eyes heavy-lidded.
“Beautiful,” Leo whispered. He gripped her hips, holding her in position and thrust upward.
She made a purring sound of approval as his cock reignited a sensitive place inside her. Her skin flushed with heat, and somehow, another mini-climax rocked her. Leo grunted, his hips jerking upward in one more thrust before he stayed buried deep inside her. Gwenyth collapsed, and Leo wrapped his arms around her. Their mouths met with a ferocious heat that seared right down her throat and into her lungs.
Once their kiss ended, Leo pressed her face into his neck, and she yawned her exhaustion. She sensed fatigue lurked in Leo too. She’d close her eyes for a few seconds before she moved and righted her clothing.
Leo nuzzled Gwenyth’s neck, but she didn’t stir. He didn’t wake her, content with their intimacy, their bodies still connected.
“We might make a child,”his dragon whispered, even though Gwenyth couldn’t hear this conversation.
Leo thought about a child. His and Gwenyth’s and his heart beat a little faster.“Not before we’re settled.”
“You don’t want a child with Gwenyth?”
“More than anything,”Leo replied.“But you heard her. She’s getting flashes of memories. Making a child in these circumstances mightn’t be the best thing.”
“This worries you. The return of her memories.”
“The mate bond hasn’t snapped into place as my grandparents described it to me.”Leo smoothed Gwenyth’s hair.
