Page 43 of Smoke

His hands slid down, down, over my thin shirt until he reached the mid-thigh hem and touched bare skin.

I gasped, pulling my mouth from his to whisper his name. He grunted in response while his mouth took a slow tour of my neck. I could’ve stayed that way forever, with my arms holding him tight, wrapping him in me as he drove me wild with deep, sweet pleasure like I had never known.

“So good… so good…” I whimpered when he stroked the curve of my butt, then around to my inner thighs. Muscles jumped and twitched when he stroked my legs, drawing closer and closer to the center of my need. I gripped his shoulders tight and worked my hips in circles, urging and begging and straining for relief from what he had so quickly stirred in me.

“I need you, Alina.” His voice was a throaty growl, almost animalistic. A shiver ran up my spine.

He needed me. The dragon needed me, too. Who was I giving myself to? Did it matter? When he hooked his fingers under my flimsy panties and pulled them down, I lifted my hips to help him get them off.

He positioned himself between my legs and lowered his head until his nose lingered over my moist, aching mound. His breathing grew ragged and harsh as he breathed in my scent. Knowing how I affected him got me hotter, wetter.

He spread my thighs to make room for his wide body before pulling his boxers to his knees. His hard, thick cock stood up straight and made my eyes go wide with surprise. I shouldn’t have been surprised—he was a big man, after all. It pressed against my leg when he lowered himself over me, kissing me again as he worked my shirt up to my chest, then kissed my breasts and flicked his tongue over my tight nipples.

“Oh!” I gasped, arching my back, lost in sensation. He was so big. There was so much of him to touch and taste and grip. Like his bulging shoulders, and the way my fingers sank into them as he drove his hot, erect cock into me. My eyes flew open in shock as he filled me, stretching me, sending me into spasms of ecstasy with that first thrust.

“Alina… yes…” He pinned my body still with the weight of his and drove himself into me again and again, taking me hard. I didn’t have a choice but to submit—and I wanted to. I wanted him to use me for his pleasure because oh, yes, it brought me pleasure. Unthinkable pleasure.

He slid his arms under me and held me close as he rolled us over until I was on top. Even then, he didn’t let me take over. His hands held my hips in a vice grip and moved me up and down in time with his upward thrusts. I could only lean on his chest and go along for the ride as my body was wracked with bliss again, muscles pulsing around him as I fell over the edge again and came with a stifled cry.

“Don’t hold back,” he grunted before slapping my butt. “I want to hear you. I want to feel you come and hear you scream, Alina.” He pulled me down until my breasts hovered over his face, then drew my nipples into his mouth one at a time and sucked until another orgasm built and overtook me almost before the last one had subsided.

This time, I let myself go, screaming and moaning and whimpering his name when it was all over.

He eased me up and off him but still wasn’t finished. I wasn’t sure if I could take anymore, but he didn’t waste time finding out before he positioned me on my hands and knees. I could feel his eagerness, his desire to take me his way. I thrust my hips back in his direction, and he growled in approval just before parting my folds again and sinking deep inside. I threw my head back with a delighted moan, and he chuckled darkly in approval.

That was the best of all. I could take him deeper and meet his thrusts with my own, and I did. I wanted to let go the way he did, to let passion take over for a reason.

He wasn’t tender or loving as he pummeled me with deep, sharp, pounding thrusts that made our bodies crash together and took my breath away. He was more of an animal than I had ever seen him before. The dragon was close to the surface, and I welcomed it. I loved being that close to the both of them, both the reasonable, thoughtful man and the wild, raging dragon. I loved them both, because they were what made him who he was.

I gasped with every thrust. We were both sweaty and breathless and lost in each other, and it was coming close to the end. I could feel it in the way he lost his rhythm. I could hear it in his breathless, ragged panting. My sheath tightened once more as I raced to the finish. We got there together.

“Mine!” he shouted into the darkness as he came, thrusting once, twice more before leaning down to bite into my shoulder. I hissed in the middle of my orgasm, confused and aroused and satisfied. There was only one thing I still needed to do.

“Yours,” I breathed before collapsing into the pillows. “Yours, yours, always yours.” He wrapped me up in his arms and pulled my head back to his chest, holding me tight. His heart hammered wildly, matching the beat of my own.

“Are you all right?” he whispered almost right away. “I didn’t hurt you?”

“Not even when you bit me,” I assured him.

“That’s something we do when we’ve found our mate,” he explained. “Maybe I should’ve told you before we got started.”

“No—it was better in the moment,” I decided with a sleepy smile. I couldn’t have imagined it turning out any better than it had, with him setting my body on fire and rearranging everything I ever thought was important. We were all that mattered. All that would ever matter. Right there, in that bed, with the rest of the world outside. I would’ve stayed there forever, with his breath hot on the back of my neck and my body coming down from that burst of mind-blowing pleasure.

“Thank you for saving me,” I whispered as I slid into the happiest sleep of my life.

He chuckled softly. “Thank you for saving me.”

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