…filling me with a need I could never fulfill.
IZZY
“I need more from you,”I whispered to Koar. “More of your life, your essence.”
Why were we naked?
Why was he so close?
How could any man — even a dragon — have a dick that damned huge?
“I’ll give you everything, my all, my life, my essence,” he breathed as he stepped closer and our bodies pressed together. His arms wrapped around me, that mega-dick pressed into my belly, so long it tickled the underside of my breasts. There was no way that would ever fit inside me, but I sure as hell wanted him to try.
“But if you need more from me, we’ll need more than the touch of a hand,” he breathed as he bent his head. I tilted mine back and our lips met. His were hard and pressing, ordering my mouth to open, and I did. His tongue swept into my mouth, dominating me, and his life-force flowed into me.
But it wasn’t enough.
“More,” I hissed, when we broke apart. “I need all of you!” I demanded.
“Yes, mistress,” he breathed.
And yeah, I had to admit, it was damned sexy when he called me mistress. This big, hard, brute of a man deferring to me played into every domination fantasy I’d ever had. Not that I’d ever owned a pleather dominatrix outfit. But I may have perused the options online a few times and let my imagination run wild.
Koar lifted me easily. I wrapped my legs around his thick torso as he pinned me to the wall and…
Oh.
My.
God!
He penetrated me in a way no man ever had, so forceful and deep, so filling, I’d never be hungry again. He was so huge it broke my mind. I let out a very unladylike series of noises as he thrusted deep into my soul, breaking me, too big, tearing me apart, but also giving me all his essence, healing me, strengthening me, putting me back together.
Then he was a dragon, and I was pinned to the ground as he had his way with me, so damned huge over me I couldn’t comprehend it…
…andthat’swhat made me wake up.
I sat up, sweating, searing hot and more than a little turned on.
And across the room, sitting against the wall… Koar stared at me, with a bulge in his pants reminding me of my dream.
“I’m sorry,” I blurted, still only half awake. In my head I was apologizing for leading him on, because clearly — according to my dream — he wanted me, yet I’d also beendenying him here in reality, when it was clear — according to his pants — he wanted more.
Koar raised a brow in question.
That was when I realized none of what I’d been thinking made sense. I blushed furiously and stammered, trying to come up with a real reason for apologizing.
“For… taking so much energy from you yesterday.” I couldn’t even remember if or when I stopped drawing on his life-force last night. I’d sated myself with Myel in that strange realm of bond and spirit, then fallen right asleep. “Are you okay?”
His other brow rose to join the first and a slow smile broke the stony features of his hard face.
“I have a lot to give,” he whispered.
I’ll give you everything, my all, my life, my essence.His words from my dream echoed in my head, and I was blushing even hotter now.
He frowned. “No… I didn’t mean like that,” he stammered.
And my dirty little mind took control of my lips, overpowering my wake-up brain.
