He growled amusement near my ear. “I love the sounds you make.”
“I can’t help it.”
He angled himself to push inside me, and I readied myself for the pain, but then his words had my focus completely shifting. “I can’t have you dying now I finally have you.”
He’d said that like he had me, and he would never let me go. I was lost in the thought when I felt the stretch of his invasion.
He leaned down to kiss me, and I breathed heavily when our lips parted.
He looked into my eyes. “Are you okay?”
I nodded, shakily. “Just do it. I know it will be painful at first.”
He frowned. “I’m not about to knowingly hurt you.”
“If we are doing this, I don’t think you have much choice. That thing you are packing in your leathers can’t be normal. You’re a dragon, by the Gods!” My breathing became labored, and he backed off immediately.
“Hey! Breathe. What’s wrong?”
I tried to act okay, forcing myself to inhale.
“What is it?”
“I think I just realized what I’ve gotten myself into,” I huffed.
He smiled.
“It’s surely impossible?” I closed one eye, glancing between us.
He nuzzled my nose. “I assure you it’s not. Trust me…I’ll take care of you.”
I nodded. “I want you.”
He pressed just his tip against me, and I tensed instantly, hating myself for the reaction. I wanted it, but he was so fucking big. It would hurt.
He sat up, kneeling between my spread thighs, and stroked his tip between my folds, teasing like he had with his tongue. Soon, I was writhing in pleasure, knees falling more open, body relaxing. He rubbed his tip just barely inside me, causing me to pant, desperate for more. He stroked my slickness down his shaft, making it glisten.
Edging forward, he guided his tip back into my tightness and pushed in slowly. I gasped at the flash of pain, but it quickly faded into a fullness I couldn’t get enough of. He found my mouth again, and heat spread between us, and I slid my handinto his hair, needing to hold on to something, else I might float away.
Finally, he sank a little further in and paused, giving me time to get used to the intrusion while both of us reveled in the connection. Nothing had ever felt so right in my life. I’d never be satisfied with one time.
He pulled back, and I glanced between us to watch, surprising myself. I loved the way he looked, even just barely inside, all veins and thick pulsing heat.
“Like that?”
“Very much.”
He withdrew to the tip and then achingly slowly pushed back in. I tore my gaze away from where we came together, admiring the rest of him. Tight muscle wrapped every inch of him, while his arms flexed on either side of my head, and his wings shone above us. I reached for them.
He shivered as I ran my fingers over the edge.
“Do they always come out during…”
“No.” He paused for a moment. “You’re different. You bring out the dragon in me.”
THIRTY-THREE
FAOLAN
