Valentine would have crawled through broken glass at that moment if she had asked him to. "Careful, baby girl. I can't resist solving mysteries."
Yelena laughed, soft and mocking. "You couldn't solve me if you had a thousand years to try."
She moved so fast Valentine didn't have time to react before she had him pinned against the wall, her hand around his throat.
It was his turn to laugh. "You're going to have to work harder than that to scare me, baby girl. I'm into this. But I warn you, don't push me much harder, unless you're ready for the consequences. My control is hanging by a thread right now."
"I know. I can smell the beast below the surface," she said, and rubbed her face against his chest. "It's okay, my dark one. I'll fix my magic, and then, we will see what youreallyare in there."
A growl of frustration rippled through Valentine, and he knocked her hand away from his neck before twisting her about, face-first against the wall. He gripped her forearms and pressed them to the stone above her head.
His dragon was riding him, and he couldn't care about being polite. He ground his body up against hers, unashamed of his hard dick rubbing against her soft ass.
Yelena laughed in breathless, mocking delight. "Do it if you dare."
Valentine's fangs sank into the soft skin where her neck met her shoulder. Yelena moaned, and the sweet smell of her arousal scorched the air between them. The iron-sweet taste of blood filled his mouth, and he had never tasted anything so good.The human part of Valentine forced its way forward, and he unlocked his jaw. He licked the dark, bruising bite.
"Now I've left a mark on you, too. Looks like we are even," he whispered in her ear before sucking hard on her lobe.
"Touch me, Valentine," she begged.
"Where?"
Yelena made a frustrated noise. "Anywhere you want."
Valentine gripped her forearms with one hand, the other dropping to slide over her silky shirt and around to cup one of her breasts. She was so soft, and yet he knew inside of her was a beast of raging and terrible power like him.
"More," she whispered, unraveling his self-control. She rubbed her ass against him, and he swore at the sensation against his aching dick.
Valentine growled. "You're making it hard to be a gentleman right now."
"You're not a gentleman. You're a dragon." Yelena turned her head and licked the underside of his jaw in one slow, hot stripe. Her voice dropped to a growl, "Actlike it."
Valentine gripped her arms harder. He wasn't afraid of much, but losing control of his dragon was high on the list. The scent of her arousal was a hot tang in the air, making him crazed. He yanked at the laces of her pants and slid his hand inside.
"Yes, Valentine, please," she whimpered.
Valentine stroked his long fingers over the soft hair on her pussy before parting her. He nipped her throat, making her moan. "You're so wet, baby girl. You're dripping for me, and I've barely touched you."
Yelena bit her lip, her pale cheeks flushing with color. Fuck, he needed to make her come. He pulled her up against him and pressed a finger inside of her.
"Gods, you're so tight," he groaned against her neck. He thrust his finger in and out slowly before adding another.
Yelena arched up against him, the sweetest gasp breaking free from her lips. "Val…"
"You want to come?" he whispered and licked the pink shell of her ear.
"Y-Yes," she said, thrusting her hips against his hand. Valentine circled his thumb over her clit, and she trembled, making him chuckle.
"Oh, baby girl, if you gave me half a chance, I would ruin this tight little cunt of yours," he said, thrusting himself against her in time with his fingers in her hot heat. "I would fuck you so hard that all those secrets you have locked up tight would burst free for me. I would see exactly what hides under this sweet little mask you put on for the world."
Yelena cried out, the walls of her pussy tightening and fluttering around his fingers. She was so close, her whole body humming with built-up power.
Valentine pressed his thumb harder into her clit, and her breath went shallower. His baby girl needed it rougher. Gods, she was perfect.
"You keep your arms where they are," he demanded. He waited until she nodded before releasing her. He pulled her hairpin out with his teeth and spat it out, freeing her long braid and wrapping it around his hand.
She gasped as he tightened his grip. "Yes..."
