Page 34 of The Heart of the Dragon

“You underestimate my depravity. Fair is irrelevant now. Watching you fly is going to be beautiful and I want it now.”

He got his wish. One more brush, and I screamed, writhing helplessly as my body shook with my orgasm.

His hands grabbed my hips and then it was his cock pressing fully against me, not his fingers. Those ridges were magic as they rubbed against me, drawing what felt like a never-ending release from me.

By the time the shudders ended, it was only his grip on my arms still holding me up.

“I need to be inside you,” he groaned as he rolled us over, putting me on my back underneath him.

Hearing that made me smile. I hooked my arms around his neck and drew him down for a slow, burning kiss. He was really good at that, and I didn’t want it to stop.

We tangled like that for a while, and I soaked up every second of it, until he broke the kiss and pulled back, looking down at me with a serious expression. “There’s more than ridges to my cock that you need to know about.” He pulled one of my hands from his neck, pushed it between us, and wrapped it around him.

“I’ve already surmised you are quite large.” I bit my lips to keep a straight face as well as hide the slight embarrassment I was feeling. “Are you afraid it won’t fit?”

He chuckled. “Trust me, there’s more you want to know. Slide your hand down to the bottom.”

I stared into his amused expression and read the determination there as well. With more than a little trepidation, I did as he asked and moved my hand as directed.

I was so caught up in how warm and hard he was in my hand I almost didn’t realize what was happening, until my fingers parted farther and I couldn’t tighten them. Instead, he swelled more under my palm.

“What is--?”

“My knot,” he said on a pant. “It’s going to grow larger and lock us together when I come.”

“Wait.” I stilled my hand. “What?”

“Rose.” The rough groan of my name from him slid down my spine and slammed into my core, undoing me. Whatever explanation he could give me, I no longer cared. The ragged desire he expressed triggered something else. I had to have him inside me.

“Magnus,” I whimpered. “Please.” If he told me now that we weren’t compatible, I was going to die, or maybe kill him. “I need you.” Screw incompatibility. Fate could not be that cruel to me right now. Driven by instinct, I gripped him tighter and guided him to my opening. “Now.”

I could feel his warmth radiating against me, a heat so primal it consumed all my rational thoughts. All I could think aboutwas him—about that insatiable need sparking between us and demanding to be satisfied.

As I positioned him at my entrance, my pulse raced wildly, and every breath I took felt like a spark, ready to ignite and explode.

“Rose,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble of pure desire. Just hearing him say my name in that tone made my heart pound even faster. “Are you sure?”

I nodded because there was no need for words. The tension between us spoke volumes. I wanted him—all of him. Whatever doubts I had been nursing before melted away, leaving only the raw desire that seemed to consume us both.

“Please,” I pleaded, a soft gasp escaping my lips as I pressed my hips forward, yearning to feel him stretch and fill me. “I need to feel you. Now.”

With a fierce intensity that stole my breath, he surged forward, entering me in one powerful motion. The sensation was overwhelming—a rush of ecstasy and fullness that made me cry out sharply. It felt surreal, as if I was stepping across a threshold into something new and unexpected and wholly decadent.

“Goddess above and below,” he groaned, his grip tightening around my waist as he buried himself to the hilt. His eyes darkened with pure pleasure that matched exactly how I felt. It was wild, and rough, and more than I’d ever imagined. Yet, I felt something more, inexplicably simmering just beneath the surface. “You feel so damn good, Rose.” He shuddered. “Fucking tight.”

He expanded inside me, each thick inch making me gasp and squirm. The stretch was deliciously torturous, sending sparks of pleasure throughout my body. I was on fire, burning from theinside out. “More,” I gasped, losing control quicker than seemed possible.

With a hungry growl, Magnus began to move, slowly at first, giving me a chance to adjust to his size. Each thrust sent ripples of pleasure spiraling outward, tightening my core and making my breath catch.

“Yes. More,” I urged, meeting his relentless thrusts with my own. “Harder, Magnus. You don’t have to hold back.”

With a fierce snarl, he responded. The bed creaked beneath us as he picked up the pace, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the room. I was aware of very little beyond the pleasure and the raw, animalistic lust that had us both in its thrall.

His eyes narrowed, almost glowing with a fiery intensity, as he leaned down, capturing my lips in a bruising kiss. The possessive intensity of his mouth sent fresh waves of desire crashing through me, and I tangled my fingers in his dark hair, keeping him close as I reveled in the feel of him moving within me.

Breaking the kiss, he gazed down at me. “Fuck, Rose, you feel—amazing,” he growled, his voice thick and sexy. “I can’t get enough.”

“Then don’t hold back,” I challenged again, my voice hoarse with need. “Take what you want from me.”

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