“Slowly,” Ruse urged, his hands coming to rest on my hips—not guiding, just supporting. “Just take the head at first. Get used to me, little one.”
I sank down, an inch, then two. The stretch was immediate—a deep, sensation of being filled that was painful and pleasurable at the same time.
A sharp gasp escaped me as I took another thick inch—he was so big, and the unique shape of him seemed to stretch me to the limit.
“Breathe, sweetheart,” Ryse coaxed, his thumbs stroking my hips as he held my eyes with his own. “Look at me and breathe through it. You’re doing so well.”
“All right…all right,” I moaned softly. He was so big, how could I take even more? But I wanted to—I wanted him in me!
I focused on his eyes, on the love shining through the dragon gold. And somehow I lowered myself further, taking him halfway.
The burning stretch began to melt, transforming into a deep, filling pressure that made me moan again. I was sheathing him, taking this incredible part of him inside me. And somewhere above me, I knew our dragons were doing the same thing.
But the connection I felt with Ryse flared even brighter than the dragon-lust. I felt his love pouring through me…into me and mine flowing into him.
“Careful, little one,” he said hoarsely as I lowered myself further. “Don’t hurt yourself.”
“I can’t stop now—I want all of you,” I whispered. I was driven by a need deeper than the Mating Flight. “All of you inside me, Ryse.”
I sank down the rest of the way, until I was seated fully in his lap, his shaft buried to the hilt inside me.
A moan of pure, shocked pleasure was torn from both of us and for a moment I couldn’t move. The feeling of being so completely filled—so stretched and claimed—was overwhelming. For a long moment, I just stayed there, trembling, letting my body adjust to the thick invader as Ryse held my gaze with his.
“Gods, look at you taking all of me,” he groaned, his eyes dropping to the place where we were joined. “So tight and wet and perfect. You feel so good around me, sweetheart!”
“You feel good inside me,” I admitted, my voice coming out breathless and needy. “I…I’ve never felt anything like this before.”
“I know, little one, but you’re doing so well.” Reaching up, he cupped my cheek. “Love to feel you all around me like this…love to fill you up.”
“I love it, too,” I confessed.
By then, all the pain was gone. There was only a glorious, aching fullness and a building, coiling pleasure that I wanted more of—much more.
Feeling brave and curious, I began to move, a tentative rock of my hips.
“Gods, Auri,” Ryse groaned, his hands tightening on me. “Do that again—let me feel you take me.”
Emboldened by his praise, I found a rhythm, rising and falling, taking him deep. Each stroke drew a gasp or a moan from both of us.
It felt amazing, but the dragon-lust was a rising tide, and my own need was becoming frantic—I felt desperate for more friction, more depth, more everything.
“Ryse,” I panted, my movements growing wilder. “Please… I need… I can’t go slow anymore. I need you to… to take me. Please, take me hard.”
A growl—low and purely male—rumbled from his chest.
“Gods, little one—if that’s what you want.”
And then it was as though the last of his restraint shattered. In one smooth, powerful motion, he rolled us over, pinning me beneath him on the mat.
His sudden dominance—the sheer size of him looming over me—sent a fresh jolt of white-hot arousal straight to my core.
“Hold on, sweetheart,” he growled, his dragon eyes blazing. “I’m going to give you what you need.”
And, hooking his arms under my knees, he spread me wide, opening me completely for him.
Then he drove into me.
It was a deep, powerful thrust that stole the air from my lungs and found a spot inside me I hadn’t known existed.
