“Slow down!” He didn’t know which one of them he was ordering.
Neither of them obeyed.
His swollen, throbbing hardness was poised at her opening, touching the wet entrance as she squirmed under him. He found the strength to hold still.
“No.” His hand tightened on her shoulder, and he gently shook her. “Einin, sweeting. I want you more than I want to live, but we should wait.” The words hurt coming up his throat, as if they were carpentry nails.
“Draknart, I need… I need so much…”
“I know, sweeting.” He wasn’t going to move. Not if staying still killed him. “Think of something else.”
“I’ve seen you naked more than I’ve seen you with your clothes on.”
“Not that.”
“You look different from the men in the village. When I look at them, I feel nothing. When I look at you, I feel warmth filling my belly, and lower.”
He groaned. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“I thought about it. I planned it even.”
“Good. Think about that.”
“I don’t want to kill you right now.”
“Maybe you should. Where is that damned sword?”
“I want to touch you.”
His arms trembled. “You’re touching me.”
“I want you to touch me.”
“It’s a bad idea.”
“I want you to touch me everywhere.”
“Not like this.”
“You tasted me before. You can taste me again, if you wish.”
“If I wish?” He gave a strangled laugh. “Never mind. Mayhap it’s better if we don’t talk.”
“I don’t want to talk. I want you to take me like a man takes a woman.”
“Eini—”
She cut him off with a desperate cry as she surged up under him and impaled herself on his straining manhood. “Please.”
Her second cry was a cry of surprise at the pain, her tight channel struggling to take him. She clung to him, his large shaft only half inside her.
She squirmed. And he swore when he realized that she squirmed not to get away but to take him deeper.
“Yes. Please. More,” she begged.
Sweat beaded on his brows. His voice was a broken whisper. “Einin. Sweeting. Stop. It’s not too late.”
His arms shook. He’d never done a more difficult thing in all his dragon life than holding still just then. She was so incredibly tight around him, her face so intent, her gaze burning into his. Her body moving, moving, moving.
