When I finally break the kiss to breathe, she's panting. "If you go soft on me?—"
"Not soft." I rock against her, letting her feel exactly how not soft I am. "Controlled."
"I don't want controlled."
"You want me to rut you until you scream?"
"Yes." No hesitation.
My dragon roars approval. "Then you'll get exactly what you want."
I work my way down her body. Mouth and teeth and tongue learning every curve, every sensitive spot that makes her gasp or arch or moan. I pay attention to both her breasts until she's writhing beneath me.
"Stay still." I keep working her nipples, watching her face. "I'm going to taste every inch of you first."
She gasps when I pinch harder. Her hands find my shoulders, nails digging in, and I feel what she's feeling—pleasure spiking sharp from sensitized tissue, the ache building low in her belly, the wet heat between her legs demanding attention.
I lift her. She wraps her legs around my waist with dragon strength, and the head of my cock slides through her slick folds. The sensation punches through both of us—her gasp, my groan, everything amplified until I can't tell where my pleasure ends and hers begins.
I walk us to the bed, lower us both down with her underneath me and ease out of her.
"Finn—please?—"
"Patience."
I continue tasting, teasing. Kiss the soft skin of her belly where our child could be growing. The possibility cuts through lust. Sacred and primal tangled together.
Then I keep going.
Her thighs fall open as my shoulders wedge between them. The scent of her arousal makes my mouth water. I pause there, breathing her in, letting anticipation build until she's trembling.
"Finn—"
I taste her. A long slow lick that has her hips bucking off the bed. I pin her down with one hand spread across her lower belly and feast.
She tastes perfect. Sweet and salt and pure need. I use everything I've learned about her body over our time together.Tongue and lips and careful teeth working her higher until she's making sounds that echo off cave walls.
I seal my lips around her clit and suck. Her entire body goes rigid. Lightning strikes through her—pleasure so intense it borders on pain, the desperate need for more. I suck harder, flick my tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves, and she screams.
"That's it." I don't let up. "Come on my tongue so I know exactly how sweet you taste before I fuck you."
I slide two fingers inside her while I suck her clit—tight, wet, scorching hot. I curl my fingers, find that spot inside her, and press hard.
Her orgasm crashes through me so hard it nearly drags me over with her. I feel what she feels—the pulsing waves of pleasure, the way her inner walls clamp down on my fingers, the blinding intensity that wipes out thought. I keep my mouth on her clit, tongue working through the pulses, fingers stroking inside while she falls apart.
When the trembling slows, I pull back enough to look up at her. Her head is thrown back, chest heaving, hair spread across the furs. She's beautiful like this.
"Look at me."
Her eyes flutter open. Dazed. Sated.
"We're not done." I keep my fingers inside her, start moving them again. Slow. Deliberate. "You're dragon now. Which means I can make you come as many times as I want before I even get my cock inside you."
"Finn—I can't—too much?—"
"You can." I add a third finger, stretching her. "And you will. Because your body is mine. This pussy is mine. And I'm going to use it until you're mindless."
The crude language makes her clench around my fingers. Fresh arousal spikes despite the orgasm still rippling through her—being claimed verbally makes her wetter.
