Page 42 of Klaus

He sat up, taking me in his arms, letting me cling to him as I moved up and down his enormous length. My nails scratched along his shoulders, up and down his back, my hips rocking as he filled me again and again. “Yes…yes…!” I cried out, throwing my head back for his greedy tongue to sweep along my skin, his hands kneading my breasts before moving lower still, cupping my backside to pump me harder, faster.

That sent me over the edge, and I screamed softly as I came, the tightening of my muscles making each stroke even more exquisite than before. I leaned into him, holding him, letting him hold me, still riding as I came down from the peak.

He growled, lifting me from his lap. “On your knees,” he growled in a voice unlike his own. My dragon responded eagerly, crying out her approval as I did what he asked. He found me quickly, impaling me again, and this time he was the one in control.

“Yes…Ainsley, yes…” he grunted, taking my hips and pulling me to him in time with his deep thrusts, our bodies slamming together almost violently and I loved it.

This was what I needed, what I was meant for. It wasn’t enough for my dragon to fly. She needed to vent her passion, too, and there were centuries of it to vent.

“Take me!” I gasped, looking over my shoulder. “Take me harder, Klaus. Give me everything.”

He closed his eyes, throwing back his head to let out something like a roar as his thrusts sped up, his cock slamming deep inside me. I cried out my approval, another orgasm already building, and I responded by thrusting back against him as hard as I could. Something sharp raked across my back, and I thought it might be his nails, claws, it didn’t matter. I hissed in pleasure and pain as he marked me. I was his.

Soon, we were both roaring as the frenzy built and built until we couldn’t go any further and crashed together one last time, our bodies slick with sweat and trembling from exertion. We collapsed onto the bed, panting helplessly, exhausted.

There would be no separating us after this. No matter where he went, I would go gladly. We were one, united for eternity. We both knew what it meant, what we’d just done. How much further it stretched than a brief burst of pleasure.

He was the first one to speak. “So. I’ve met your dragon at last.”

I smiled, eyes still closed as I relished the quivering throughout my body. “Aye. So you have.”

“I’ll never forget how beautiful you looked out there.”

I opened my eyes, smiling, to find him smiling at me. “Really?”

“Oh, yes.” He rolled onto his side, looking down at me. There was a possessive nature in his gaze that I’d never seen before. I enjoyed it. “Proud and regal. Majestic. Scales the same shade as your hair. You’d strike fear into the heart of any man.”

“Not into your heart, I hope.”

He drew me into his arms with a soft sigh. “No, my love. Not mine.”

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