Yelena lifted her mouth from him and admitted, "Feels so good."
"Let me see," he begged.
Yelena was tempted to deny him, but decided it would be more fun to tease him. She lay back and pressed one foot to his shoulder, pushing back against the headboard.
He snarled wordlessly, his eyes staring at her pussy as she stroked herself for him. She had never been so bold with any other lover. Nothing would ever be like a normal experience with him, and it thrilled her.
"Fuck, Yelena. You are so fucking gorgeous. I'm going to make such a mess of all that perfection," Valentine growled, straining against the chains.
Yelena cupped and teased her breasts with her other hand. "I'm going to make a mess of you first," she vowed and slid two silver fingers inside of her. She moaned, the slick stretch feeling so fucking good. "Do you like watching me fuck myself with these fingers you crafted so carefully?"
"Yes." Valentine groaned, sounding pained. "Get that cunt wet and ready for me. Make yourself come so I can see."
Heat was streaking through Yelena's veins, his words wrecking all her teasing intentions. She was so close. The firm slide of the silver inside her felt so good. She licked the fingers of her other hand and dropped them to tease her clit.
"Valentine…" she whispered, looking up into his eyes.
He looked at her so possessively that tiny shocks sparked under her skin. "Don't stop. You're so close, I can smell it. Loosen these chains, and I'll lick your pretty cunt until you come on my tongue."
"No…" Yelena moaned.
His answering snarl of outrage had lights bursting behind her eyes, and she came with a strangled cry.
Valentine's magic started attacking the chains, thinking she was distracted. She laughed, and her magic knocked his away.
"You are going to pay for that," he hissed.
Yelena lowered her foot and sat up, straddling him. "Hush now," she said and pressed her wet silver fingers into his mouth.
His eyes flashed with pure, feral dragon. They went wide as she slowly sank down on his dick. She was so wet that he met no resistance, and they both groaned.
Yelena's fingers dropped from his mouth, and she rested her head against his chest, overwhelmed by the feeling of him. She didn't register his magic until the chains snapped, and his arms came around her. Her gasp of outrage was silenced by his hot mouth crashing down on hers.
"My turn to play some fucking games," he snarled.
His hands gripped her ass roughly and dragged her up and down his dick. Yelena's hands dug into his chest so hard that the nails on her real hand drew blood.
Valentine only smiled wider and fucked her harder. "Scratch and bite me as much as you want. Mark me up, baby girl."
Yelena licked the scratches, the taste of his blood making her wild. She sank her teeth in. Valentine made a sound between a groan and a growl and pushed her onto her back. Yelena's breathless laugh turned into a gasp as he lifted her hips and slammed into her.
"Knew this tight cunt would be as perfect as the rest of you. It was just made to take my cock," Valentine panted, his body all lean muscles and power above her. Yelena would never get over the sight of him. His eyes were glowing, his dragon as close to the surface as hers was.
"There you are," she said in triumph. The strength of the dragon filled her, and she rolled, pinning Valentine on his back. Her hand tightened around his throat, and she purred, "Hello, my dark one."
"Mine," the dragon snarled out of Valentine's mouth. One of hishands gripped her breast, squeezing hard, the other moving to her clit. "Claim me."
"Not… Not without Valentine's permission," she gasped. She kept one hand around his throat, the other gripping his chest for balance as she drove herself down on him, over and over.
"Yelena," Valentine groaned, gaining control of his mouth again. "Need to feel you come. Need…"
Yelena leaned down, her hair falling around them. "Come with me, Valentine. I want you to fill me up."
"Fuck, I…" He grabbed her face and kissed her without finishing the sentence.
Yelena's pussy gripped him, and he swallowed her scream as her orgasm tore through her like a wildfire. Valentine held onto her as his hips lifted, and his body shuddered. Her name was a helpless plea on his lips as he came seconds later.
Yelena collapsed on top of him, their hearts and breath syncing and racing together. His fingers trailed down her back, and when she thought he would roll her off him, he only held her tighter.
