Page 66 of The Heart of the Dragon

I growled in assent. I was more than willing to give her whatever she needed. And then some. My dick was like a solid rock, but with pressure inside building to dangerous levels.

Her nails were digging into the blanket when the keening began. Her ass tipped higher in the air as my fingers joined the party, teasing and then snaking inside her. "More!" she cried again, her backside pressing against my face. I wanted to tell her how fucking gorgeous she was like that, but I couldn't force myself away from her long enough to squeeze out words.

Instead, I grabbed her hip and squeezed, forcing her still as I worked my way in and out of her. The pleasure was overloading us both and I half expected us to combust any second. At the very least there would be a fire somewhere in this house. And if it burned down, so be it.

"I'm going to come," she warned, the shaking intensifying as she rode my fingers mercilessly. And so help me Goddess but I needed to feel her around me when she did.

"Fuck," I swore, withdrawing my fingers and my mouth quickly so I could line up my length to her entrance. "This is going to be rough. I don't know if I can stop."

"No. No. Please. Please don't stop."

"Have to feel you come on my cock," I grunted the words in a rough, dark tone, hoping they were legible.

"Oh Gods, yes," she keened, her head falling into the folds of the blanket. "Hurry!"

Pleasure arrowed through me as I watched her losing control. Not wanting to make her wait any longer than necessary, I shoved forward in one hot, pulsing thrust. My eyes immediately rolled to the back of my head at the tight clasp of her body around mine as she screamed and convulsed a moment later.

With the heat of my dragon licking at my skin, I leaned forward and pressed my lips between her shoulder blades and hummed. By the time she came down from the crazy ride, my racing heart had slowed just enough I thought I could continue without losing my mind in 3.5 seconds.

"Magnus," she moaned as her muscles rippled around me.

"I know, beautiful. You need that knot. But we're not quite there yet. Soon, I promise."

"Sadist," she mumbled into the pillow.

"Trust me. You want me to wait. One orgasm, while beautiful, wasn't enough for my wildflower."

"But I feel like I'm going to burn alive if you don't give it to me."

I surged inside her again, "You aren't going to burn alive yet. Not without me anyways." I stroked in and out in long, measured movements designed to bring us both to the brink and hold us there.

"You're a cruel monster," she cried, her voice breaking with need at the end.

"At least you've finally acknowledged me as the monster I am. That's a step in the right direction. But I'myourmonster. Remember that."

It was not long and I noticed her feeble attempts to get me to move faster. First, she slammed back when I filled her, and then she clamped her already snug muscles around me like a vise. That second move ripped a moan from my lips that I didn't even try to contain. I liked her knowing she had as much of an effect on me as I did her.

What she didn't realize was how badly I needed to go fast and hard.

She swiveled her head around and captured my gaze with hers. "Are you holding back?"

"I don't want to hurt you."

"You not taking what you need hurts."

I closed my eyes. Did she know what she was asking for? It seemed unlikely.

"I'm making sure you get what you need, wildflower."

"I need you to move," she gritted through her teeth. "Now!"

Something in that demand snapped my chain. Or maybe that devilish look in her eyes that promised retribution if I didn't do as she demanded. If I had my head on straight I would have laughed.

But I did not.

Instead I pulled back and slammed so hard her breath caught. She didn't protest and I wasn't sure if it mattered as I set a brutal pace that still didn't seem like enough. She'd triggered something inside me that meant there would be no stopping now.

I reared back and slammed again and then again and then again. I moved so fast and furious I lost track of all time and space. The only thing left in my mind was how perfect this woman was. And how she'd robbed me of my control.

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