Even so, he gentled his thrusts, taking care with her, since he’d never done this with a woman before. He wasn’t sure exactly how big he’d get.
“Oh that feels so good,” she sighed.
His head spinning, Falcyn rolled over with them still joined. He sat her on top of him and watched her as she took over control so that he wouldn’t have to worry about harming her while his body continued to expand.
Because honestly, he felt as if he was about to die from the pleasure of it. Especially when she leaned forward, whipping her pale hair over his chest while she rode him.
Her laughter rang in his ears while she nipped at his chin. “Does this make me a dragon-rider?”
He laughed, unable to believe the sound. Or that he could be so amused while having sex. “I’m yours any time you’re so inclined, Lady Apollite.”
His mind dazed from the feel of her naked skin sliding against his, he ran his hands over her body. “Tell me how I feel inside you.”
“Hard and strong. I can even feel you pulsing here.” She lowered his hand to her abdomen.
The sight of their joined hands stroking her stomach so close to the juncture of her thighs almost shattered his control. Instead, he bit his lip before he sank his hand into that mat of hair so that he could stroke her in time to her movements.
She cried out so loud that it echoed in the trees and ground herself against him in a way sublime.
Medea felt so strangely free with him. In a way she never had before. Not even with her husband. She ran her hands over the hard muscles of his chest and abdomen. It was so odd to see him lying there under her, between her spread thighs.
Her dragon.
She knew he wouldn’t be like this for many. Not a dragon who hated to heel as much as this one did. It just wasn’t in him.
He held her hips in his hands and guided her movements. But what held her transfixed was the bliss on his face. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes dark and unfocused.
She moaned as he ran his hands up from her hips to her breasts, where he toyed with their swollen nipples.
Had anyone ever told her she would ever sit on a full-blooded dragon like this and enjoy it, she would have called them a liar, and yet here she sat with his thick hardness inside her. And not just any dragon.
The son of Noir…
“What do I feel like to you, Falcyn?”
“Wet and soft.”
“Have you been with an Apollite before?”
He stopped moving. “No. Why?”
She smiled at that. It made this moment all the more special to her. “I’m glad. I want this to be special between us.”
Falcyn cupped her face in his hands. “Believe me, Medea, it is.” He pulled her down and kissed her fiercely.
Medea trembled at the passion she tasted, at the way he teased her lips with his and twined his tongue around hers. His muscles bulged around her, making her tremble.
When he kissed her like this, she could almost believe him.
Please don’t be lying to me.She’d hate to have to kill him for it. And she would kill him. Because if he was lying, she wouldn’t be able to stand living with the pain of his walking away with such an awful deception.
It just wasn’t in her to be that forgiving.
Not for anyone.
Falcyn pulled back from the kiss, then rolled over with her and took control again.
Medea arched her back as he moved faster. Harder. It was as if he were racing for something.
