Page 41 of Tamhas

I opened my arms to him, my legs, wrapping my body around his, as he settled over me for another breathtaking kiss while his hands roamed freely over everything he could reach. He lit me up from the inside, making my nerves sizzle as I writhed under him.

I was already slick, slippery, and his fingers slid through my folds. I clenched up, arching against him when he stroked my clit. It was ecstasy and agony all at once, all wrapped up together, a relief and the promise of more.

“Yes… yes, baby…” he whispered in my ear, his breathing hot and fast between grunts. Driving me crazy was driving him crazy, too.

Which drove me crazier.

I worked my hips in slow circles, grinding against his hand, guiding him and pushing myself higher. I’d never been very good at letting go, letting somebody else take control of the situation. Of me. Nobody had ever known how to pleasure me before without a lot of help.

He didn’t see it that way. “That’s right,” he grunted, kissing my ear, my neck. “Show me what you want. Show me what you like.”

“Oh, God!” I groaned, throwing my head back, the tension in my core growing and building until it was almost too much. And not enough. All at once. “Oh, yes, yes… I’m…”

“Come for me,” he hissed, which was all it took to throw me over the edge. I clung to him, moaning into his shoulder to muffle the sound.

“I need this…” he grunted, pressing that enormous dick against my hip. Bigger than anything I’d ever taken in. “I need you. Now.”

“Yes, Tamhas,” I almost wept, still shaking, caught between satisfaction and the desire for more.

“I can’t hold back. The dragon…” Something flashed in his eyes, something that almost made my heart stop. The dragon behind his human form. He was in there, wanting me, wanting to complete our connection. It would be like nothing I had ever been through before.

My body leapt to life, arching up again to meet his. He spread my thighs to fit himself between them and pressed against my quivering entrance. My eyes were half-open, staring up into his in a sort of daze. It was all happening so fast, but that was how it needed to be. I knew it.

“Yes…” I breathed, and he took this as the invitation, the demand, the plea that it was. He pushed forward with one sure thrust, and we both cried out, gripping each other tightly as our bodies fused.

“My God!” I gasped, tensing with the sudden burst of fresh pleasure he brought. He was so big, filling me up, stretching me, moving in and out in deep thrusts. I locked my ankles around his back, pulling him even deeper than before, showing him how much I needed all of what he was giving me.

He growled louder than ever, sending shivers up my spine when I realized dimly, in the back of my mind, what was really happening. I knew it in the pit of my soul. He was claiming me as his every time our bodies crashed together, every time he buried his length inside me.

I held onto the back of his neck, pressing my face to his shoulder as tears ran down my cheeks. It had never known that sort of joy, that completeness. So sure that everything was right. Just as it needed to be.

He pulled back, pushing himself up on his palms and locking his arms. “Look at me,” he commanded.

I did, our eyes meeting. “Say it. Mine. You’re mine.” Sharp thrusts, harder than before.

“Yours. All yours.” Pressure built where our bodies met, the heat growing and growing. I jerked my hips in time with his thrusts, taking all the pleasure I could get, and he groaned in response.

“That’s right… Mine. You’re mine.” He sounded like an animal, like something I hadn’t heard before, growling and grunting, losing himself to something bigger than himself just like I was losing myself in what we were building between us. I closed my eyes, letting it take over, letting bliss wash over me in waves I thought might drown me.

“Mine…mine…Keira…” he grunted with every thrust, louder as he started to lose control. His hips pistoned as he drove himself in faster, faster, losing his control in a blur of motion as we both let out a long cry and came together, shaking and panting.

He collapsed on top of me, still grunting with every breath he blew against my sweat-slick skin. “I love you,” he whispered, wrapping me in a firm embrace.

“I love you. Always.” I kissed his shoulder, his neck, his ear. “I love you so much.”

He pushed up just enough to look down into my eyes. “I hope you don’t think I’m finished with you yet.” There was the hint of a smile at one corner of his mouth.

“Oh?” I asked. A tiny flame started to flicker again, deep in my core.

His lips were so close to mine as he whispered. “The dragon got what he wanted, but now there are things I want. I plan to learn every inch of your body. I want to run my tongue along every bit of your skin. I want to watch those angel wings of yours work as I take you from behind. I want to watch you lose control of yourself as you ride me until you scream my name.”

“My God…” I gasped, realizing I was ready for Round Two. And Three. And…

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