Urian’s cock jerked at her brazen words. And then it grew even more as her hand slid down between their bodies to cup him in her palm. He rubbed himself against her touch, delighting in the coolness of her skin on his fevered flesh.
“How do I feel inside you?” He was desperate to hear her describe it.
Her smile turned wicked as her eyes flashed. “Full and warm. It’s as if I can feel the tip of you all the way to my navel.”
He growled as she cupped him and gave a light squeeze. Hissing, he rolled over until she was on top of him. “Show me what you like, my dragon. Our passion is in your hands.”
Urian held his breath as she sat up on her haunches and surveyed his body. She trailed a blinding circle around his nipple before she spread her thighs and straddled his body.
His heart thundering, he reached to touch the part of her that was now opened for his delight. He watched the ecstasy on her face as he gently stroked her with his thumb until she was thoroughly wet for him.
Wanting and needing more, he lifted her up slightly and buried himself deep inside her body.
Xyn gave a small cry at the perfect feel of her Daimon. He lifted his hips, driving himself even deeper into her. He held her hips as she rode him slow and easy. It was glorious.
His beautiful eyes were hooded and warm as he watched her. “That’s it, love. Have your way with me.”
She smiled as she quickened her strokes. Urian arched his back as complete pleasure glowed in those magical eyes. He sat up beneath her to ravish her mouth so thoroughly that it actually made her dizzy. She loved the sensation of his breath mingled with hers, of his tongue darting through her mouth in time to her strokes. Xyn ran her hand down his muscled arm as it began to glow, delighting in the steely feel of it.
Urian laid his head against her shoulder as he watched her body giving pleasure to his. Her sleek wetness was a haven to him as tenderness for her exploded through him.
For the first time ever, he regretted being sterile. He would love nothing more than to have children with Xyn. To be normal for her.
That was his one true regret.
If he could have one wish in life, it would be to have met her as another dragon or even a simple human. Anything other than the monster he was. To be whatever hero she would accept and to be whole for her.
All he wanted was to possess her with a ferocity that wouldn’t be denied.
Their bodies still entwined, he lifted her up until he could lay her back against the mattress so that he could take control of their union. Dear gods, he needed this woman more than he needed breath to live. He was no longer in the mood to be easy and playful.
The demon inside him was in control now and it wanted only to possess her. To bury himself in her over and over again until he was at last sated and content.
Xyn bit her lip as Urian rode her fast and hard. His strokes echoed through her, sending pleasurable tremors the length and breadth of her body.
Her head spun as she came in his arms.
He bared his fangs as he smiled and gently cupped her face before he kissed her in satisfaction. Then Urian nibbled her mouth as he drove her climax on. She dug her nails into his shoulder as his name was torn from her lips.
Two heartbeats later, he joined her there in that moment of perfect bliss.
When his body was finally drained and sated, he collapsed on top of her, panting hard in her ear. He laid his head against her breast so that he could hear her heartbeat pounding beneath his cheek.
She played lightly with his damp, long, white-blond hair while she cradled his body with hers.
Neither of them spoke in the still quietness of her secluded home. Urian merely let her touch soothe him until he fell asleep, skin to skin, his body still resting inside hers.
Xyn kissed his brow as she felt him relax fully against her as he fell asleep in her arms. Never before had he done such a thing. It was the most blissful moment of her life as she realized the trust it’d taken for her Daimon to do such a thing.
And Urian trusted no one like that. It just wasn’t in him. Cradling his body, she closed her eyes and tried to imagine what it would be like to have a normal life with her Daimon. One where they could live together as husband and wife.
Perhaps it was a stupid dream. But it was the only one she had.
Her brothers would laugh at her if they knew she had it. Dragons weren’t supposed to think of such things. They were born to be solitary. They weren’t supposed to have lovers or to crave spouses. This was a most unnatural thing.
Yet she couldn’t help what she felt.
Urian was her heart.
