"Mine," Valentine snarled, still more dragon than man. "Caught you. Mine." His mouth crashed down on hers, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
"Maybe I let you catch me," she said between breathless kisses.
"Mine," he repeated, his dragon refusing to let go. Valentine's hands pushed under her shirt and curled over her breast.
Yelena moaned, heat and desire making her wet and aching for him. Somehow, she knew she would never get enough of him. She clawed at the laces on his shirt, and he let her go long enough to pull it free from his shoulders.
There were no wounds on his chest, but three scars ran through what remained of his binding sigil, like he had been raked with claws.
Yelena licked them, the hot taste of his magic still scorching his skin. Valentine pulled at her clothes, and Yelena used her magic to make them vanish for fear of him ripping them. Valentine groaned and bent his head to her breasts, kissing and sucking her nipples into stiff peaks.
"Mine. So beautiful," he whispered fervently.
Yelena buried her hands in his hair. "We'll see about that."
She couldn't answer him with a claim of her own, not when he was wild from a change, and she didn't know if he was ready for what her dragon kept telling her. Maybe his beast knew more than his sorcerer side did.
Yelena cried out as Valentine's mouth closed over her pussy, driving all other thoughts from her mind. Her fingers tightened in his hair.
"Oh, fuck. Oh, gods. Valentine." She had never had anyone go down on her before, and she didn't know what to do except lie there and enjoy it.
"So sweet," Valentine whispered against her. He sounded almost back to normal. Yelena looked down and nearly came atthe sight of him with her legs over his shoulders. His eyes were scarlet, but they were no longer glowing.
"There you are. Welcome back," she said with a smile.
Valentine nipped the side of her thigh. "Your cunt is magic in more ways than one, it seems."
Yelena choked on her laugh as he lowered his mouth back down and swirled his tongue over her clit. "Right there, Val."
Valentine slid a finger inside of her, and her hips lifted in surprise.
"Get inside of me properly," she begged.
"Not until you come," he said and pumped another finger into her. He pressed his tongue to her clit and flicked his fingers against her G-spot.
Yelena's body shook, and she moaned his name as her orgasm surged through her at his command. She was still trying to catch her breath when he pulled his dick free of his pants, lifted her hips, and plunged into her.
"Fuck, Yelena. You are so hot, so tight," he gasped as he filled her to her limit.
"More. Don't be gentle." She needed him wild, wanting him to take her until they were both wrecked. She raked her nails down his back, making him snarl and fuck her harder. He gripped her around the side of her throat, his other hand shredding the grass beside her head.
"Yes, Val. That's it. So close..." Her legs pushed up, meeting him thrust for thrust until she was screaming his name loud enough to scare the birds out of the surrounding trees.
Valentine gripped her neck and sank his teeth into it as his own release left him shaking, filling her and leaving them both spent and breathless.
Yelena threaded her fingers into the strands of his damp hair. Valentine's mouth released her and licked over the bite mark,soothing the sting. His body started to shake, and for a moment, she thought he was crying, but a tired laugh broke free from him. Yelena held him tighter and laughed with him, the sense of joy and elation rolling out of him and into her.
"I told you it would be amazing," she said.
He lifted his head and scowled. "Just once, I'd like you not to be right."
Yelena grinned. "You'll get used to it."
"So cocky, aren't you, baby girl?" Valentine flicked her nose.
"That's because I have a big, hard cock in me." Yelena lifted her hips and thrust against him, making him groan.
"Such a brat." Valentine laughed again and kissed her. He bit her bottom lip before breaking the kiss and slowly moving off her and onto the grass beside her.
