"You like that." I thrust my fingers deeper. "You like hearing me say this pussy belongs to me."
"Yes." The admission tears out of her.
"Then I'll keep saying it." I lower my mouth to her again, but this time I lick lower. Through her folds, over her entrance where my fingers are stretching her open, down to the tight ring of muscle below. Her entire body jolts when my tongue touches her there.
"Finn—what?—"
"Relax." I circle the forbidden flesh with the tip of my tongue while my fingers keep working inside her. "Everything about you is mine. Every hole. Every sound. Every orgasm."
I press my tongue against her harder, not penetrating, just teasing, while my fingers curl inside to stroke that spot again. The dual sensation makes her mindless. She's babbling now, my name mixed with pleas and curses, and I keep going until she's trembling on the edge.
"Come." The command whips through the bond. "Now."
She does. Even harder this time. Her inner walls spasm around my fingers while I keep my tongue pressed to that forbidden spot, and the intensity of it ripples through our connection until I'm groaning against her flesh.
I pull back when the trembling stops, leaving her boneless beneath me.
Then I kiss my way up her body. Slowly. Tasting salt-slick skin. Her belly where our child could be growing—I press my mouth there, feeling the possibility burn through the bond. Her breasts, paying attention to both until she's arching into my mouth. Her throat, her jaw, until finally I reach her mouth.
She kisses me desperately, tasting herself on my tongue.
"More."
"Greedy."
"Always." Her hand finds my cock, wraps around it with dragon strength that makes me groan. "I want you inside me. Now."
I move between her thighs, settling into position. The head of my cock presses against her entrance and we both go still. She's slick from my mouth, from her orgasms, and I can feel how open she is. Ready.
This matters. Not just sex. Not just claiming. Creating life together.
"Finn." Her voice is soft but certain. "I'm not fragile."
"I know." I rock forward, just the head breaching her entrance. The sensation makes us both gasp. "But you might be carrying my child. So I'm taking my time. Making sure you feel every second of me reveling in what's mine."
I seat myself fully and she cries out. The sensation punches through me—tight, wet heat clenching around every inch of my cock, everything amplified until I can feel myself inside her from both perspectives.
"Feel that?" I don't move yet. Just let her adjust. Let us both adjust to the overwhelming rightness of this. "Feel how perfectly you take me?"
"Yes." She tries to rock her hips and I pin them down.
"Stay still." The command rumbles in my chest. "I'm going to fuck you slowly. Make you feel every inch. And you're going to lie there and take it until I decide you've had enough."
Submission and arousal spike so hard she clenches around my cock. My mate wants to be controlled, wants to surrender—good, because I like giving orders.
I start to move. Long, slow strokes that drag every inch of my cock through her tight heat. Pull almost all the way out, push all the way back in. Over and over. Deliberate. Controlled.
"Finn—please—faster?—"
"No." Another slow thrust. "You're going to take what I give you. This pussy belongs to me, which means I fuck it how I want."
She moans. Her inner walls ripple around me and I feel her climbing toward another orgasm already. Dragon endurance. Dragon need. Everything amplified by the bond.
"That's it." I keep the slow pace even though every instinct screams to rut into her hard and fast. "I can feel you getting close. Feel how tight you're getting around my cock."
"Please—I need?—"
"Need what?" I thrust deeper, grinding against her clit. "Need to come again?"
