He was so large now that he was wall to wall inside her. Every stroke brought more pleasure. Every kiss and touch reverberated through her.
“Make me yours, Falcyn.”
But in her heart, she knew he already had.
He claimed her lips again as he slammed himself into her even deeper than he’d been before. In that moment, she screamed out as her release came. Her body exploded with color and pleasure.
She wrapped her legs around his hips and let his passion sweep her away.
He lowered his head down to her shoulder and growled as he released himself inside her and he shuddered in her arms.
She drew a ragged breath as he collapsed on top of her and held her tight.
“Thank you, Medea,” he whispered in her ear as he panted fiercely. Then, he kissed her lips again in a tender caress that sent chills through her.
He withdrew from her and rolled over onto his back and pulled her against his side.
She’d assumed he was through with her, so it surprised her when he spread her legs and touched the most private place of her body.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m claiming you the way a dragon claims his dragonswan.”
“Excuse me?”
He smiled wickedly. “I’ve never once taken a woman as a dragon. Never found one who was woman enough for it.”
That thought made her a little nervous.
“And what do you mean by that?”
“Do you trust me?”
Not really.
But…
Medea swallowed as his long, lean fingers delved deep into her body. She tensed a bit as they burned the tender flesh of her nether lips.
“I won’t hurt you, Medea.” Rising up on his knees, he pulled her back to his front and leaned her against him with her thighs spread.
Even though it wasn’t natural for her to do so, she surrendered herself to him.
She felt him hardening against her buttocks as he rocked her in his arms. His breath teased her flesh while he played until she was breathless and hot.
He ran his long, tapered finger down her cleft. She shivered and jerked as every nerve ending in her body sizzled.
Cupping his hand to her, she arched her back and moaned. No longer able to speak, all she could do was feel each and every luscious stroke he gave her as he entered her body again. Only this time, something was different. He felt as if he was wrapped completely around her. As if they were truly one beast.
Who could have imagined? His breath was hot against her bared flesh as he stroked her entire body with his, inside and out.
With his head buried in the crook of her neck, he made love to her until she came again, screaming out his name.
Only then did he find his own release.
She expected him to pull away.
He didn’t.
