Page 131 of Bend

My back arches beneath him, and Draygon follows me down, one hand sliding behind my neck as his forehead presses to mine.

His breathing is rough now, control starting to crack around the edges, but his touch stays steady.

“Look at me, pretty girl.”

I force my eyes open.

“That’s my girl.” His thumb brushes my cheek, almost tender compared to everything else. “I’ve been waiting to have you like this.”

The words send another wave of heat through me.

He kisses me slowly, swallowing the sound that leaves my throat before pulling back just enough to watch my face.

His pace stays slow and deliberate, never giving me enough space to settle before he draws another reaction out of me.

“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Don’t hide from me.”

My fingers dig into his shoulders.

“Draygon—”

“I know.” He presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “I’ve got you.”

There’s something about how softly he says it while completely controlling the moment that ruins me.

His hand slides into my hair, keeping my eyes on his.

“Let me see how pretty you are when you lose control on my cock.”

Fuck.

My breath catches and his mouth brushes mine again.

“You spend all your time taking care of everybody else.” Another slow kiss. “Let me take care of you. Take what you need from me, Echo. I’m not going anywhere.”

That one goes straight through my chest.

“Yes—Fuck. Don’t stop—”

His expression shifts, something darker slipping in beneath all that softness.

The pace changes with it.

Still controlled. Still deliberate. Just harder now, enough that every movement knocks another breath out of me and leaves my thighs shaking around him.

The metal of his Jacob’s ladder adds a sharper edge to every pass, and fuck, I feel all of it.

“Draygon—”

I can only moan, a broken, pleading sound, my thighs trembling around his waist as he angles his hips, pressing the tip of his cock against the front wall, the Jacobs ladder catching my G-spot with each inward push.

A sharp, bright flash of pleasure spikes through me, and I cry out, a sound that mixes ecstasy and desperation.

“I know.”

His hand slides up my body, keeping me close while his mouth brushes my jaw.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Let me have you.”