"Let me," I say against her skin. "Please, Kess. Let me worship you."
She shivers at the word but spreads her legs wider, giving me access. "Fine. But don't take forever—I need you inside me."
I don't rush.
I take my time, licking through her folds, tasting the wetness already gathering there. She's aroused but not soaked the way heat makes her—this requires more care, more attention. I work her with tongue and lips, feeling her grow wetter with every pass, every circle around her clit.
"Fuck," she gasps when I seal my mouth over that sensitive bundle of nerves. Her hands tangle in my hair, holding me in place. "Yes. Like that. Don't stop."
I add a finger, sliding into slick heat, curling to find the spot that makes her curse. Her hips buck against my mouth and I add a second finger, stretching her, preparing her while my tongue keeps working.
"More," she demands. "Rhystan, I need—I'm going to?—"
"Then come." I double my efforts, fingers thrusting while I suck gently at her clit. "Come for me, Kess."
She shatters with a cry, thighs trembling around my head, her release flooding my fingers. I work her through it, drawing out every wave until she's pushing at my shoulders.
"Enough," she gasps. "Need you. Now."
I pull back and she's beautiful like this—flushed and panting, wet and ready for me. When I slide my fingers free they're slick with her arousal.
"Now," she demands, reaching for me, pulling me up her body. "Claim me properly."
I position myself at her entrance. She's ready now—soaked from her orgasm, her body welcoming as I push inside in one long stroke.
We both groan at the sensation. She's still tight but takes me easily, no resistance, just heat and pressure and perfect friction.
"Yes," she breathes. "Fuck, yes."
I start slow, savoring the feel of her around me, but she's having none of it.
"Harder." Her nails dig into my shoulders. "I'm not made of glass. I can take it."
That permission breaks something loose in my chest.
I pin her wrists above her head with one hand—the rut demanding dominance, possession, complete control—and drive into her with everything I have. Deep, punishing thrusts that make the bed frame groan against the wall.
She doesn't fight the restraint. Just wraps her legs around my hips and meets me halfway, arching into each thrust, making sounds that drive me absolutely feral.
"Touch yourself," I growl, releasing her wrists. "Want to feel you come around me."
Her hand slides between us immediately, fingers working her clit while I fuck her. The sight of it—her pleasuring herself while I'm buried inside her, the desperate need carved into her expression—gods, I'm not going to last.
"Close," she gasps. "So close?—"
"Then come." I shift angle, driving deeper. "Come for me."
She does, crying out, her inner walls clenching around me in rhythmic waves. The sensation triggers my own release—I thrust deep and come with a groan that's more animal than human.
My knot swells while I'm still pulsing, locking us together, trapping everything inside her. She makes a satisfied sound as it stretches her, settling into place.
But the release doesn't stop.
The knot pulses again. Another surge of seed. Then another. Each one triggered by the way her walls keep clenching around me, milking more from my body than I knew I had to give.
"Fuck," she gasps, hands gripping my shoulders. "You're still—how much?—"
"Dragon biology," I manage through gritted teeth. "Thorough."
