He continued, pulling out and pushing in shallow thrusts until he was bottomed out, seated to the hilt.
I was full—impossibly so, uncomfortably so, but his cock was fully seated inside me. I released a deep breath, trying to force myself to relax.
Tandor’s eyes burned into mine. His cheeks were flushed, his teeth were bared, and he was trembling with tension. He lifted his hand to stroke my cheek. “Are you okay?”
Was I okay? I was crammed full, underneath my favorite man who was staring at me like I hung the moons. I was more than okay. “Yes. I’m good. You can move.”
He pulled back, all the way to the tip, and slowly thrust forward, watching my face closely. My body stretched to accommodate his massive size.
His piercing stroked a tender spot deep inside of me, igniting a flame in my belly. I nodded frantically. “More.”
Pain drifted away, a mere memory as he thrust into me again and again. I tugged him down into a kiss as he fucked me into oblivion.
His tongue stroked against mine in a delicious rhythm. Pleasure pooled in my stomach, insistent and all-encompassing. My body ached for another release, desperate to explode again.
I threaded my fingers into Tandor’s silky hair, anchoring myself against the onslaught of sensations. I was drowning, and I never wanted to come up for air.
“Come, little witch,” he murmured against my mouth. “I have you.”
I whimpered. I was so close, I could practically taste it.
He picked up the pace, the bed shaking as he pounded me into it. I couldn’t breathe. His piercing stroked that tender spot perfectly. It was the push I needed. I shattered, falling over the edge as an orgasm tore through me. My head dropped back. My lungs struggled for air.
Over the roaring in my ears, I heard Tandor’s strangled grunt as he found his own release. He pulled out of my body and collapsed, careful to let most of his weight fall onto the bed beside me.
We stayed like that for long moments as we caught our breath—both of us entwined and sprawled on the bed. Sweat slicked my skin.
Eventually, my heart rate slowed.
“Holy shit,” I whispered in the darkness.
He pressed a kiss to the side of my head. “I couldn’t have said it better myself.”
CHAPTER 30
Kizzi
Islipped into the witchy shop, hot cocoa in hand, a smile permanently etched onto my mouth.
It was time to haggle for some dragon eggs. I would do whatever it took to bring those treasures home with me, lest Fiella skin me alive.
Tandor drifted in the door behind me, close enough that I could feel his breath rustling my hair. I enjoyed his proximity. I had gotten used to him being around during our travels, but the newness of him being soclosewas invigorating.
I feared I was becoming addicted to him.
Hex curled up on my shoulder, tucked under my hair in a manner that was becoming their favorite way to travel. They liked their jar fine, but they preferred to look around. To see things.
They were nosey just like me.
I had briefly described the dragon situation to Tandor as we laid in bed together in the dark. I hadn’t explained much, but I hadn’t needed to. He was on board with my plan immediately.
I was going to bring a live dragon egg home to Moonvale.
The witch brightened as I entered. “Kizzi—back so soon! Did you need something else?”
I donned my friendliest, sweetest smile. “I’m back to talk about the eggs.”
She looked puzzled. “The eggs? You already bought all the dragon eggshell powder I have.”
