“The bleeding death grip on my back refutes those words.”
Sucking her breath in, she realized he was right and immediately withdrew her claws from his flesh. “Sorry.”
“It’s fine, says the one who’s been flayed.” He glanced back at his side. “Is there a lot of blood loss?”
Xyn wrinkled her nose playfully. “Minimal.”
With a laugh, he leaned down to capture her lips before he began to slowly thrust against her hips.
Her body on fire, Xyn held her breath.
Urian buried his lips against her throat and made sure not to harm her with his fangs. He hated the way she remained tense. “Relax,” he breathed in her ear.
But she didn’t. If anything his words seemed to distress her more.
He cursed himself for not knowing what to do to alleviate her discomfort, but he’d never been with a virgin before. Wanting to make it better for her, he breathed in her ear and then ran his tongue over her lobe.
She immediately moaned in pleasure and ran her hands over his ribs. He could feel her supple form against him as she surrendered herself to his touch. His body burned with need, but he forced himself to move slowly so that he didn’t hurt her.
Xyn whimpered when Urian left her lips to nibble a trail down her cheek to her neck, and up to her ear. She writhed in pleasure as her body shook in response to his tongue while he swirled it around the outside, and then darted it inside the tender, sensitive flesh. Holy Olympus, she’d never imagined anything like this!
Forget dragons … she couldn’t imagine anything better!
His warm laugh echoed again. “Like that, do you?”
“’Deed I do.”
He moved lower with his kisses. To her breasts, her stomach. His warm breath tickled her while his whiskers gently scraped her skin as he licked her all over.
Xyn closed her eyes and savored the feel of his warm skin against hers while he rolled his body against hers in the most delectable strokes and nibbled her in time to them.
She buried her hands in his hair and lifted her hips to draw him in ever deeper. And this was why she knew she would never be able to share him with another woman. She felt too close to him right now.
This wasn’t simply sex. Not with him.
He was hers.
As a dragon, that meant something. For they were a jealous breed and they shared nothing.
But Urian would have to eat, and sex was part of that for his species. How she hated Apollo for what he’d done to Urian and his people. Damn him and all the gods of Olympus.
Staring up into those blue eyes, she knew that she’d never want anyone else. Not like this. He was her best friend. The only one she felt truly comfortable with.
In all things.
A strange light came into Urian’s eyes a moment before he stopped moving.
“Is something wrong?”
The most wicked of grins spread across his face before he slid out of her and shifted his body. Xyn wasn’t sure what he intended as he moved lower down her body. Not until he gently parted her tender folds and took her into his mouth.
Her head spinning, she cried out as pleasure ripped through her. Never had she felt anything more incredulous than the sensation of his tongue doing the most wicked things imaginable to her body.
Relentlessly, he teased her, making her body hotter and hotter. Her pleasure greater and greater.
Her ecstasy mounted until she was sure she’d die from it. And then, just as it became a very real possibility, her body exploded with pleasure far greater than anything she had ever experienced.
Throwing her head back, she screamed out in release as her entire body convulsed from a force unimaginable.
