Someone who loved a dragon as if he were her family.
Gently, I lifted her from the floor. I perched her on a crate and dipped my head, kissing the sweep of her breasts. She shuddered, her luscious thighs tightening around my waist.
I slid my tongue across her nipple, teasing her. Already, I could scent her need like the headiest, sweetest perfume. I basked in that scent—craved it. My cock hardened even more.
With my mouth on her breast, I slid my finger inside her. Her wetness coated me. Fates be damned, she was already soaked. I shuddered as my need clenched my balls. But this was about her, not me. I wanted to make her moan. I wanted to make her tremble. I wanted to make her see a million bloody stars.
She let out a little gasp that did something to me. Groaning, I slid another finger into her pussy and fucked her with my hand. Rocking against me, she dragged her nails down my back.Fuck, that felt good.
I licked her breasts, savoring the salty taste of her skin. Fingers pulsing into her, I sucked hard.
“Ragnar,” she moaned, her nails carving into my skin. “Please. I want you inside me.”
“You have me,” I murmured against her.
“No, I want all of you.”
Need ripped through me at her words. Whatever she wanted, I would happily give her. I pulled out my fingers and spread her legs wider, careful not to let the wood scrape her skin. In the dim light of the wagon, her pussy gleamed. So wet and full of need for me.
I pushed inside her. The heat of her enveloped me, her walls squeezing tight around my length. My eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head for how good she felt. Her breasts heaved as she gasped. Gazing at me with those beautiful silver eyes—so open, so honest, so true—she inched her legs even wider.
You are going to be the end of me.
And I would gladly face oblivion to have her look at me just like this.
Shuddering, I thrust into her. Her leg hooked around my waist, and she tugged me even closer. My cock found the very back of her. That sweet little gasp popped from her throat again.
Oh, yes. That’s it.
Rocking back, I thrust into her, harder this time. Again with the gasp. Her lips parted; her cheeks were growing red.
“You’re taking me so good, Lilia,” I told her, clutching the crate as I thrust again.
She squirmed. The heat of her pussy blazed around me, more wetness coating my cock. And the last remaining dregs of my self-control snapped.
I felt the uncontrollable rush of my power coming over me.
Gritting my teeth, I pulled out and flipped her around. Fire erupted along my back, scorching my skin. I slammed into her to the hilt, her backside bouncing against me. The crate tumbled to the floor and splintered everywhere.
“Ragnar,” she gasped. Her legs hit a sack, and potatoes scattered across the floor.
Fire still blazing across my back, I took ahold of her hips to keep her steady. And then I inhaled slowly. I forced my fire to still. Carefully, I started to pull out of her, but she reached back, grabbed my hand, and held me there.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered. “I want you to go feral for me.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I ground out.
“You won’t. You never would. I trust you completely.”
My flames roared back to life again. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Then hold on tight.”
Lilia lifted her hips and clutched the wall. I slammed into her again. The entire wagon shuddered. That untamed need tore through me once more, and my pace quickened. She cried out, her walls tightening around my cock.
I pounded harder, faster, so driven by my want that nothing else mattered. The wheels groaned; another crate smashed to the floor.
