“You good?” I asked roughly.
He nodded, though he didn’t reply because the back of his hand was shyly pressed to his mouth.
I smirked. I’d get him to remove that barrier soon enough.
My crusade continued. I didn’t miss an inch of Poppy’s skin—it was all buried in kisses. And each time, Poppy rewarded me with a gut-wrenchingly erotic sound that shot straight to my balls. At this point, I was ready to explode, but I didn’t give a shit. Pleasuring Poppy and hearing the fruits of my labor coming out in soft sighs and moans was worth delaying my own gratification.
The heady scent of Poppy’s arousal filled my nose, thick and enchanting. Every breath of it stoked the flames licking up my insides. Sweat beaded my bare back and dampened the hair on the nape of my neck. I was burning up with lust, hotter than a furnace.
As my lips grazed the tip of Poppy’s cock, he sucked in a sharp breath, then released it in a long moan. The sound sent a shudder trickling down my spine. Fuck, every sound he made was so hot.
“Viol,” he murmured.
My eyes clenched shut as a second shudder ripped through me.
Shit. Hearing him say my name in that tight, raw voice was even hotter.
As if succumbing to instinct, my body moved on its own. My mouth parted and engulfed the head of Poppy’s cock.
He cried out, arching his back against the bed. I gave him a second to acclimate to the shock, then slowly dragged my tongue back and forth along his sensitive skin. The high keening sounds that squeaked out of Poppy were adorable. I could tell it was becoming difficult to control himself. That was fine by me. I wanted him to break free of his meekness, to show me how hereallyfelt.
I closed my eyes and lost myself to pleasure. The hot, salty taste of his skin combined with his luscious scent was deeplyseductive. I was immersed in Poppy. I never wanted to climb out of the well he’d trapped me in.
Poppy’s soft moans filled the room. His hips moved in a gentle rhythm in time with me. He never quite bucked or thrusted, but the subtle ways he angled his hips told me he wanted more, and I was all too willing to oblige. When I relaxed my throat and took him deeper, he moaned so loud that he slapped his hands over his mouth.
I smirked, biding my time. I’d get him to uncover that sweet mouth of his soon enough...
My brain turned to mush as I sucked Poppy off. Everything felt warm and hazy and sweet, like I’d stepped out of reality and walked into a dream where life was perfect and my every desire was finally in my grasp...
But this is real,I reminded myself.My dripping sweat, my hot skin, my fucking boner... It’s all real.
I’m really having sex with Poppy right now.
No, that wasn’t it. This wasn’t just sex to me—to either of us. It meant more. It was the culmination of years of yearning and curbed passion. Of love that we hadn’t allowed to flourish.
My heart clenched with bittersweet pain.
He’s here now, in my bed,I reminded myself.I’m touching him. He’s inside me. He’s not going anywhere.
He’s mine.
My dragon’s possessive side flared like a firework. A growl vibrated in my throat, rumbling around Poppy’s cock. He suddenly gasped, throwing his hands off his face as he raced to grip the sheets, and a wanton cry spilled from his lips. Unashamed and horny and loud. Exactly what I wanted to hear.
My dick throbbed in response, but I ignored it. Right now, I wanted Poppy to come more than anything. I wanted to taste him, feel his body tremble, hear his satisfied moans. I wanted tosqueeze every ounce of pleasure out of him until he was utterly spent.
“Viol...” As he whimpered, his voice cracked. He was close. “It feels so good...”
I shuddered in pure bliss. Fuck, it was amazing to hear that. To know he felt that good because ofme.
The braid of tension below my stomach tightened. My dragon stirred, awakened and ready as my body burned up with arousal.
I grasped the soft flesh of Poppy’s hips. My nails threatened to shift, but I kept them in check so I didn’t hurt him.
Poppy’s breaths came out in short, rapid huffs, and his fingers fisted the sheets so tightly his knuckles were white. I was focused on wrapping my tongue around his pulsing cock, leaving no space untouched. Saliva dripped down the corners of my mouth and I inhaled hard through my nose, but I never once came up for air. Poppy was more important to me than a decent breath.
A shudder rolled across Poppy’s skin like a premonition. I braced myself.
“Viol... I’m—!”
