I drag him closer to me, gasping as he rolls onto me. I spread my legs, and his hips settle against mine. There’s something large in his pants, and it’s rubbing against the spot that aches.
I let out a whine of pure need. I get wet between my legs, but instead of being alarmed, it feels good. So good. I squirm until he presses his weight into me, pinning me to the grass.
“Leaf, have you done anything like this before?” I gasp out.
He growls a no, or at least I think it’s a no, but when he grinds against me, I see fireworks in my mind.
I cling to him, my hips rising to meet his. He pulls up my dress, smoothing his hands across my belly. Touching everywhere while his mouth moves over my chest, shoulders, tasting, devouring.
I cling to him as my dark world spins out of control.
He growls and shifts, moving constantly, and then he’s almost lying on me, and when he thrusts, a hard and blunt shaft of flesh presses against me, but it’s stopped by the material barriers separating us. He reaches down and frees himself, then rips the material that the lady forced on me from between my legs, throwing away the scraps.
Slick spreads and gathers, and I can’t do anything to stop him.
His hand slides up my arm, pinning it above my head, squeezing my wrist.
He thrusts inside me, burying himself in one agonizing move. I let out a surprised shriek, but the burn dances between pain and pleasure. I spread my legs wider.
“What is this?” Leaf hisses, confused. His voice is so thick with pleasure that he barely sounds human.
I’m not going to tell him. I can’t even make my brain work long enough to say anything.
“You feel so good,” he snarls in such savagery that I don’t think anyone could possibly understand him.
“Don’t stop,” I cry, clutching at him. “Don’t you dare stop.”
He moves harder, faster, hammering into me. I cling to him, trying to absorb all these new sensations. Rocking back to meet his hips, arching and pressing myself against him. His mouth presses to mine. I can feel his gaze boring into me, and I wish I could see him. What colour are his eyes? Does he look at me like I’m prey or like I’m that soft, squishy pear that I devoured on that island.
I just wish I could see him, instead I kiss him harder, tasting, feeling, memorising him.
I clench around him, so close to the edge.
And then he knots me.
I arch my back, screaming.
He tries to pull out, but my body has clamped onto his. I’m stuck. I arch like a bow, clawing at him, dragging him to bliss with me.
“Mine,” he snarls and bites my shoulder.
I turn and bite his finger.
The bond rises up between us, thick and filled with this shared wonder. He loves me. Leaf is not my enemy, but he’s with my enemy, and I just tied myself to him for all eternity.
His frantic breathing is in my ear, but he’s mine. For right now, this dragon belongs to me. I stroke my hands possessively over his back.
“Mine,” he whispers over and over.
I can’t even argue with him, so I don’t say a word.
Chapter 19
Brio
Ronit is furious, but he’s not saying a word. Instead, his jaw is clenched tight, and his eyes have lightened to the colour so pale it’s almost white. I lean against the brick wall, watching as Reed curses and threatens the world. Lirin’s worried, his lips are tight, and the skin is white around them. He wants to run off and find them.
Like they are lost lambs that need to be protected.
