Sol lifted her chin and met his eyes fully. “Yes, king. Show me.”
Chapter forty-five
What Burned and What Remained
Korin
Sol lay beneath Korin.
Naked.
Wet.
Her thighs spread wide. Her pussy glistening and ready.
And she'd said yes, king.
Korin’s cock throbbed so hard it hurt. His fangs pushed against his gums, threatening to pierce through.
He wanted to destroy her.
Wanted to slam into her so hard the bed shattered.
Wanted to fuck her until she screamed his name and forgot every other thought in her head.
Wanted to tear her apart and rebuild her with his cock buried so deep inside her that she'd never feel empty again.
But he couldn't.
Not yet.
She was a virgin.
And no matter how badly his beast howled for her, no matter how desperately he wanted to claim her, he had to be careful.
He had to go slow.
Korin gritted his teeth. His jaw ached from the effort of holding back. His hands trembled as he positioned himself between her thighs.
He hoped he looked calm. Controlled. Like a dragon king who knew what he was doing.
But inside?
Inside was pure insanity.
All this time, he could not have sex. To pierce a human woman would have been to kill her. A dragon’s sperm and girth was lethal to human flesh.
Therefore, it had been a century since he'd had a dragoness. So long since he'd felt the tight, wet heat of a woman wrapped around his cock.
A century.
One hundred years of sleeping alone in his bed. Of watching human couples press their mouths together in taverns and feeling nothing but the ache of what he couldn't have. Of his cock hardening at nothing, at the wind, at a memory, at the ghost of a touch no one had given him.
And now Sol was beneath him.
Wet.
Willing.
