She moaned, a faint quavering sound, as Magnus nuzzled his face against her, his arms coming up to encircle her back and pull her close. Leida arched into him, fingers kneading his scalp while he trailed a line of open-mouthed kisses over her chest, pausing to clamp on her nipple and suckle her through the bodice’s material. Desire coursed through her blood, traveling from her toes to her thighs, coalescing into an ache that made her squirm in his arms and open her legs in silent invitation.
Magnus paused in his ministrations, finally drawing back so that she could see the damp spot his mouth made on her bodice. He raised his head, pinning her with a hard stare, his haughty features drawn and flushed. The green eyes burned with promise, and his mouth turned down at the corners.
“I cannot give you gentleness this time, Leida. I have had four years to imagine this. You are again my servant, but I give you this one choice. Nay-say me now or I will take you. Here, in the sun, beside the stream, exposed for any to see. I will ride you until you cry out my name and acknowledge my possession.” He kissed her hard, sucking on her lower lip briefly before pulling away. “What say you?” he asked, his voice harsh, challenging.
Leida didn’t hesitate. Like Magnus, she’d had four years to remember moments between them such as these, and imagine more of them. There was so much bitterness and anger remaining, questions unanswered, resentments unresolved. But he had shown a kindness in taking her to retrieve Vala and accept her into his household. A small flame of hope burned within her, as bright as the fires of her longing for him.
She kissed him back, a more tender gesture than his had been, but no less passionate. “I say yea,” she whispered against his mouth.
Those three words,more breathed than spoken, resounded in his ears. Magnus pressed his palms between her shoulder blades, arching her closer so that her breasts flattened against him. Leida tipped her head back, the motion highlighting the graceful lines of her neck. He accepted her silent invitation, bending to press soft kisses against the skin above the choker. The feathery touches soon changed, became harder as desire heated his blood. She tasted of salt and apple blossom as he flicked his tongue along her jaw line, trailing a damp path to her ear and the sensitive spot behind it.
He laughed, a low triumphant sound, when she shuddered in his arms. It was as before. Those dips and crevices, unique to her body, were still familiar to him. He knew the ones that made her whimper, made her moan and shiver at his touch. The inside of her right thigh was especially sensitive, and he was eager again to caress all those places and hear her gasp with pleasure.
Her hands slid from his neck, massaging and kneading as they passed over his back and his trews, slipping inside to circle around to his abdomen and cup his bollocks. They both moaned then, and Magnus thrust against her hand as she lightly rubbed the ultra sensitive skin, her fingers playing across the ridged surface.
Lust, passion—both rushed through his veins, made him desperate to get inside her, fuck her until she screamed his name while he emptied four years of bleak loneliness into her willing body. He kissed her roughly, filling her mouth with his tongue even as he filled her hand with his swollen cock.
She uttered a half-hearted protest when he shoved her blouse off her shoulders and broke the ties of her bodice. The action bared her breasts, and Magnus buried his face in their fullness, marveling at the silky softness of her skin, the way she filled his hands. Her grip on his shaft tightened, sliding back and forth at a faster pace when he closed his lips over her pink nipple. The friction sent his senses into an uproar, and he suckled her breast with a slow tugging motion while teasing the other breast with his fingers.
She writhed in his arms, whispering his name in a pleading voice. His hips moved with the stroke of her hand, the head of his cock and her palm becoming slick with a warm trickle of seed. Magnus took his mouth from her breast, leaving her nipple rosy and stiff from his ministrations. It was difficult to remain coherent, especially now with his woman draped half-naked in his arms, his shaft worked back and forth in her slippery grip. But he found his voice, slightly breathless, to bewitch her even more.
“Do you remember,” he murmured against her cheek, “the fire festivals, when the young dragon queens prepared for their first mating flights? I presented you to the Dragon King who remarked on your unusual beauty.” Leida stilled in his arms, her hand pausing in its sweet torture. Magnus swirled his tongue in her ear, nearly purring. “The caves were hot, lit with the great fires and crowded with dragons. I was consumed with the mating fever, though I chose not to join the males in the mating flight and kept my human form. Do you remember?” he asked again.
“I remember,” she said on a groan. “You took me, quick and hard in the shadows of an unlit pyre while your brethren roared and celebrated around us.” She squeezed him in reaction to the memory, and he gasped with the pleasure-pain of it.
“You were so wet,” he growled, nuzzling her neck, “so ready for me. You came for me in moments, strong enough that I had to cover your mouth to smother your cries. You drew blood when you bit my hand.”
“I’m ready now,” she panted and lunged for him, crushing her mouth against his, opening it so that it was she who plundered him, sucking on his tongue and kissing him hard enough that she split his upper lip, a stinging pain that served only to heighten his lust.
Magnus spun her around in one swift motion, forcing her to her hands and knees. He shoved her skirts up to her waist, baring the pale, rounded buttocks to his appreciative gaze. His hands were dark against her skin as he spread her cheeks, exposing a small hint of dark curls and the curving strip of glistening pink flesh. The inside of her thighs were wet, and his nostrils flared at the scent of her arousal. Later, he promised himself, later he would remind himself of her taste, suck her into his mouth and feed from her until she was mindless with pleasure.
For now though, he couldn’t wait. His cock throbbed, the pitch and swell of blood flowing into his groin almost paining him. Leida’s hips swayed, enticing him with their smooth, bare fullness. He lowered his trews, freeing his shaft, and plunged, sinking to his bollocks in her wet heat. She grunted at the invasion, a breathless whimper escaping her throat as she knelt, impaled on his cock.
Magnus arched into her, his eyes rolling back at the incredible, familiar feel of her surrounding him. He stayed still for a moment, to savor that first flood of sensation and emotion swamping him and to allow Leida time to adjust to him. It didn’t take long. The alluring sway of her bottom fired his passions, and he gripped her hips with hard hands, driving into her with long, deep strokes.
It was a mating, both primal and forceful and tempered by the swell of emotion that played havoc with his heart, even as the rocking motion of her bottom against his thighs played havoc with his body. Magnus traced intricate patterns over her torso with his fingers, tickling, squeezing, loving her even as he fucked her with abandon. His heartbeat thundered in his ears, almost drowning out the sounds of her moans, his own groans and guttural responses as he thrust faster into her tight heat.
His climax struck him in a wave, his seed spurting from him in long pulses, filling her. He squeezed her waist, bending to kiss her nape and nuzzle the long black hair draped over her shoulders. She shivered when he gave one last thrust and slowly withdrew, his cock sliding out of her sheath on a milky stream of semen. Sweat poured off of him, and he breathed in short, heavy pants, mesmerized at the picture she made, quivering thighs spread and glistening with the result of his climax and her own arousal.
The sun beat down, hot and bright on his shoulders as he sat back on his calves, bringing her with him so that she knelt upright, her clothing bunched between them. Magnus gazed over the graceful slope connecting her neck to her shoulder, admiring her breasts, the blush staining her normally pale skin and reddening her pink nipples.
Leida’s head fell back against his shoulder as he cupped her left breast, teasing the nipple between thumb and forefinger. His other hand fought through the layers of skirt and shift, sliding over her thigh until he cupped her, rubbing the soft, damp curls against his palm. She pushed against his hand, a silent plea to do more than simply hold her.
Magnus nibbled at her earlobe, giving her instructions as he continued playing with her nipple. “Spread your knees, my beauty. Wide.”
She did as he asked, choking on a gasp when he slid two fingers inside her, his entry made easy by the lubrication of his spending. He plunged his fingers into her, using a third to smear his seed along the inner folds of her cunnus and over the tiny nubbin of flesh swelling at his touch.
“You drip onto my hands, Leida. So wet, filled with my seed.” He bit gently on the slope between her neck and shoulder. “Fuck my fingers, Leida, as hard as you fucked my cock.”
Leida writhed in his arms, moaning and pleading in a wordless chant as he thrust into her, rubbing her until she groaned loud and long, drenching his hand. She sagged in his hold, her body turned boneless as she gasped for breath and tried to control the shivers racing through her body.
Magnus licked the bead of sweat trickling from her temple, savoring its saltiness. He held her in that position for long moments, one hand cupping her breast, the other buried beneath her skirts, his face pressed against her fragrant hair. He savored her stillness, the feel of her resting in his arms. Whatever four years of separation might have wrought between them, her desire for him had not lessened any more than his for her. Her voice, when she spoke, sounded thin to his ears. “I need to stand, Magnus. My legs are going numb.”
Leida struggled to her feet, staggering for a moment before catching her balance again. Her skirts had fallen back into place, badly rumpled. He followed her, hitching up his trews and helping her pull her shirt back over her shoulders. His murmur of disappointment at seeing her breasts covered made her smile briefly. At some point her bodice had fallen to the ground, its broken strings hanging loosely from the eyelets.
Magnus eyed it with some disgust. “Is it necessary for you to wear this?”
She shook her head. “Not necessary but proper. I might draw attention otherwise.”
