“I know it's magic!”
Kaspian grabbed me by my upper arms and hauled me into a kiss.
Instantly, my fury faded. I went from angry insanity to wild lust. In a fucking second. A groan rumbled up my throat with the first touch of his tongue on mine and my arms slapped around him with no thought, fingers digging into his back. All those muscles under my hands. Mine to touch. Oh, yeah. And I didn't hold back. I pushed my erection against him because that shit was instant too.
And he met mine with his.
Kaspian's hands grabbed my ass and kneaded. He growled into my mouth. Ground himself against me. With his grip on my ass, he lifted me off my feet, forcing me to wrap my legs around him or dangle awkwardly. I wrapped and grabbed. Then I kissed him some more.
Had I ever been that hot for a guy? I couldn't remember. To tell the truth, with his hands on me, I couldn't remember any of the men I'd been with. Not their faces or how I'd felt about them. Kas was consuming. If this was how he was with everyone, my insinuation that he might be a dead fish in bed was dead wrong. So very, very wrong.
Kaspian strode to the bedroom with me. A moment later, I was falling. I hit the mattress and bounced. The second I settled, he was pulling at my jeans. Reaching between us, I helped him get them open. Then shoved them down. He was soon bare below the waist too, his cock smacking mine as if angry with me for denying him so long. Kas pushed back, onto his knees, and grabbed the cuffs of my pants. One yank and he had them off. They went flying and smacked the wall.
“I wanted to be more gentle with you,” Kaspian growled. “But I can't do that now.”
With that, he spun me onto my belly. Another pull and my underwear—halfway down my thighs—followed my jeans. Then his broad hands were on my ass. Kneading again. Spreading. I felt him spit on me, and I groaned. Pushing back on my forearms, I gained my knees. Kaspian shoved them further apart.
“There's body oil on the floor. It works better than spit.” I motioned at the bottle.
Kaspian grabbed the bottle and frowned at it.
“Give it here.” I held my hand out.
He handed it over. I opened the bottle, poured a little in my hand, then rubbed it between my cheeks. After snapping the bottle closed, I tossed it back on the floor and looked over my shoulder at him. “Well? What are you waiting for? I don't care about gentle. Fuck me hard.”
Kaspian grinned, baring a pair of canines that I hadn't noticed before. I gaped at those points for a second, but then he set his finger against my entrance. With a grunt of approval, he rubbed in the oil. I moaned and wriggled against his prodding until he shoved his finger inside me. My whole body shuddered as if it was the first time anyone had touched me like that, then my muscles clenched to push back on him.
“Easy now.” Kaspian worked his finger deeper. “You're not loose enough yet.” He twirled it expertly, massaging and relaxing that ring until I trembled.
“Just fuck me!” I shouted.
Chuckling, Kaspian retrieved the oil, opened the bottle, and poured a little on his rod. With one hand, he pulled my left cheek out, and with the other, he stroked himself. Happy little rumbles came from Kas as he rubbed his cock between my cheeks. He played with me, moving the tip around my entrance. Pushing but not enough to penetrate. Finally, he slid the tip inside. My body gripped him and pulled.
“Oh, fuck.” I tried to take more of Kas, but he held me in place.
“Be still!” Kaspian smacked my ass.
I went still, but I also looked back at him again. “You said you couldn't be gentle. This is what we call false advertising.” Then I went silent. Because no man had ever looked as good as Kas at that moment.
I already believed. He was a Dragon and a king. But seeing him like that, poised to take me, his chin lifted but his stare locked on where we were barely joined, I believed even more. He was a king. Absolutely. A king from another world who could turn into an enormous dragon was fucking me!
“Good boy.” He eased in. Then out. Then further in. “You're so tight. Let me work you a bit. I've gained some control of my dragon. He wants me—”
“Hurry up!”
He smacked my ass again. “Don't rush me.”
“Okay fine. Do your thing.”
Kaspian did his thing. And what a thing it was. He slid deeper and deeper, making me bloom for him like a fucking flower. My body opened, relaxing as if it had been waiting for this man and his uppercase D to make us whole. I'd never experienced such a smooth fuck before. One without a hint of discomfort. No aching. No twinges. Only pleasure. So much pleasure.
“Take off your shirt.” Kaspian pushed at the hem.
I only then realized it was still on. I pulled it off, yanking it from the back, and looked over my shoulder to confirm that Kas was still mostly dressed. He'd only shoved his jeans down enough to free his cock. Seeing me look must have reminded him too. He pulled off his T-shirt. Kaspian didn't bother with his jeans though. Too late for that. Instead, he gripped my ass and sped up.
“Fuck, yes!” I shouted, never so happy to have bought that piece of shit property. I didn't have to worry about neighbors hearing us out there. So, I shouted again, “Yes! Fuck me harder!”
With a growl, Kaspian obliged.
