Her breath stutters. My purr thunders in our ears. I know she feels it because she closes her eyes and her breath quivers. I grip her thighs and spread her feet, thescent of her arousal coloring all my senses, making everything bright and sharp and real. Her hands land in my hair, her nails digging in. I run my nose along her slit, breathing in her scent. It’s pure fire in my veins, and when I lick up her center and hear her gasp of pleasure, it unleashes the last bit of restraint I had over myself. I penetrate her, then drag my tongue along the side of her clit.
“Oh fuck, Connor. My God.” Her breath comes in ragged pants.
“You like that, my mate.”
“Yes. More.” She digs her fingers into my scalp.
My growl grows in intensity, vibrating against her clit, and I pick up the pace, lapping her pussy and spearing her with my tongue. If I weren’t so desperate to be inside her, I might slow down and savor this. But I feel her pleasure building down our bond and can’t rein in my enthusiasm. I replace my tongue with my fingers, massaging inside her while I tease her clit with the pad of my thumb.
“Come for me, Fi.” The power in that command flows down the mating bond and lights her up from the inside.
Her body jolts and spasms, her hands landing on my shoulders as her legs give out. I catch her and lower her to her back on the rug in front of the fireplace, unzipping my jeans and shoving them and everything underneath down and off. Kneeling between her feet, I run a hand over her stomach and between her breasts, my wings fanning out over us both. My cock nestles into her crease, weeping to find a home there, and I brace myself on eitherside of her head.
I meet her amber eyes, knowing my own are glowing green from the light that dusts across her face, but I hesitate.
She arches, a moan breaking her lips, flashes her wicked smile, and kisses me in a way that has my dragon heating another notch. Into my mouth, she asks, “What are you waiting for?”
Chapter Twenty-Three
FIONA
Never in my entire life have I felt more wanted by a man. Connor is over me, that enormous cock of his nudging my drenched pussy. The orgasm he gave me still rings through every inch of my body, bolstered by that purr vibrating against the inside of my skin. I want him in me so bad I could cry.
I grab his ass and arch against him, but he stays insufferably where he is.
His forehead lands on mine. “Say my name, Fiona. Tell me you’re mine.”
I breathe deeply of his scent, soaking in the magic of being the center of his universe.Say my name.We’re back to this, just as before. Of course he wants to hear it. After everything, he wants me to see him. To see him and to accept him the same way he sees me and accepts me. Why have I hesitated?
I look into his eyes and tell him the truth because hedeserves to know. “It’s terrifying to be on the brink of having everything you ever wanted.” Emotion chokes off my voice until some of the words are only breath, but I suspect he can hear me down our bond. It’s like that connection is opening between us. I can feel his desire for me loud and clear. And so I project my feelings toward him. He has to know I want him too. “I’ve been alone a long time. The only one I’ve trusted is myself. Having you for forever is both a dream and a nightmare. Now you’re inside my heart, and if I lose you like I lost Marion, there will be nothing left of me.”
“You won’t lose me, Fiona. I’m hard to kill, remember?” He squeezes his eyes shut like he’s in pain, and I feel a surge of heat come off his skin. Down the bond, I feel him begging me.Please.
My next words, I make damn sure he can hear. “I love you, Connor. Claim me. I’m yours.”
“I love you, Fiona,” he says, and he enters me in one hard thrust. His lips brush my ear, his purr rumbling through me as he growls, “You’re mine.”
Stars become supernovas inside me. A million shooting fireworks fill my internal workings, and all I can do is lie back and absorb it because he’s moving, holding me in place as he thrusts so deep inside he seems to take up every bit of space under my skin. It’s almost too much, balancing on a thin line between pleasure and pain.
I think he can’t possibly go any deeper, not without splitting me open, but he hooks my legs over his shoulders and finds a way. Holy fuck, I’m stretched to my limit and completely full, his thrusts pounding into the core ofme as if he could touch my soul from the inside. Maybe he can. I have no other explanation for the connection I feel to this man.
Our eyes meet and hold. This is beyond physical. We’re like two live wires twisting around each other, being fused together into something new.
Everything in my life has led up to this. Everything is right and meaningful and purposeful because I am here and he is here, finally together, our souls perfectly aligned.
I feel whole.
I feel loved.
With barely a nudge, I coax him onto his back, my hands on his chest as I ride him until my body is humming, balanced on the edge of another orgasm. His purr rumbles through me once more. His eyes glow brighter, that inner dragon staring up at me as I arch my back and grind against him. “By the creator, Fi, I’ve waited for this for so long. The way we fit. I never want to be without you again.” He reaches between us and thumbs my clit. I throw my head back and tumble over the edge, collapsing onto his chest.
My body still rings with pleasure as he flips us over and flaps his wings. We lift off the floor. I reposition my legs, locking my ankles behind his hips and clinging tight to his neck with my arms as another orgasm slams into me, knocking me into oblivion. Inside, he lengthens, thickens, and I feel him coming too, giving me what my body so desperately wants. Hot jets fill me. Liquid fire that feeds the flame within. My orgasms come one on top of the other until I don’t know where one ends and thenext begins. My body milks his, taking everything he has to give me.
When we finally descend, he lands on his back on the floor, wings splayed. I’m lying on top of him, both of us panting, deeply connected. Skin to skin. His wings rise to wrap around us, swaddling me in their ridged velvet. I rest my head on his chest and kiss the underside of his jaw.
“I feel like a burrito,” I say.
“Are you too warm?” he mumbles sleepily.
