Page 40 of Kenna's Dragon

I’m about to say something else, taunt her a little more, when the faint sounds of a door closing downstairs followed by a couple of muffled voices make us both freeze.

“Shit,” Kenna whispers. “Someone must have come back early.”

I keep teasing her, dipping just the tapered tip inside, and she has to bite her lip to keep from crying out.

“Do you want to stop?”

She shakes her head immediately. “No. I don’t want to stop.”

“Then you’ll have to be quiet,” I murmur. “Unless you want the entire house to hear you.”

I plunge the toy in, and Kenna only manages to contain her moan by slapping a hand over her mouth.

“Headboard,” I remind her, and the strained whine she lets out as she complies sends another shot of heat straight to my cock.

Grinding the toy into her, I resent the hunk of silicone with every fiber of my being. It should be my cock making her moan and writhe, my flesh filling her rather than this poor, inanimate substitute.

But… with the question of what we are, of what any of this is, still so undecided, perhaps it’s best if I kept what little distance I feel capable of keeping.

Not that it feels like there’s any distance at all between us as Kenna continues to pant and squirm, biting down on her full bottom lip to keep from crying out. Feeling her hold herself back, and watching her cheeks flush with pleasure, I make it my new mission to crack and break that restraint.

With my free hand, I reach around her hip and between her thighs to find her clit, swollen and tender to the touch as Kenna stifles a low cry in her throat. Drawing back the pressure a little, I slide two fingers against her, letting her own dampness slick over her and ease the way.

We find a rhythm, a push and pull some instinctual part of me knows would carry perfectly over to our bodies fully entwined, my own cock sunk into her instead of this godsdamned toy.

I make myself push the image away, to appreciate this moment and concentrate on the task of bringing my ember to her pleasure. I focus wholly on her, working her higher, hotter, out of her damn mind as it gets more and more difficult for her to hold back.

Her cunt is stretched so prettily around the dildo, and her hips are bucking, her whole body straining toward…

Kenna comes with a sharp cry, which cuts off as she drops her hands from the headboard and buries her face in the pillow. I pull the toy out of her and plunge my fingers in, greedy to feel the pulsing of her body and the power of her release. The pillow muffles some of her moans, but not all of them, and a deranged, selfish part of me hopes that whoever’s out there can hear her.

Let them know who’s giving Kenna her pleasure.

Her knees go out from under her and she flops belly-down onto the mattress. Pulling my hand away from her still-pulsing cunt, it’s all I can do not to shove my own pants off and climb on top of her.

I’d put my knees on both sides of her thighs, press my cock into her wet, swollen entrance and feel the tight grip of her body drawing me in. I’d make her come at least twice more before I spilled myself into her, leaving her scenting of me, marked by me…

Not tonight. I’m not going to indulge in all of those dark, enticing fantasies tonight.

Instead of fucking her like I want to, I shift to stretch out on the mattress beside her. I run my hand in long, languorous strokes down her back and over her shoulder, pressing into the muscles that have gone pliant and lax. Continuing downward, I brush along the length of her spine to play with the two little dimples just above her ass.

Every part of Kenna is soft and round and smooth. It makes me want to reach for her, crush all of that softness to me, but I resist, not knowing how much more I should allow myself to take from her right now.

All of this, everything between us, still feels… dangerous. For her, for me, for the potential it has to throw both our lives into chaos.

A good fuck.

It’s all Kenna said she wanted. Nothing more, nothing less. And like the reckless bastard I am, I couldn’t let it go. I couldn’t settle for those terms, and I’m not about to let myself take what she offered until I have time to figure this out. Until we’re both in agreement about what this is, and what it isn’t.

I can’t think around her. Not when she’s near me at the Bureau, or in the middle of the woods, and certainly not right now when she’s naked and sated beside me, the dampness of her still coating my fingers.

I need time. Space. Reason.

And I won’t get any of it tonight. Not as long as I’m here.

Letting out another little moan, Kenna reaches a hand over and palms my cock through my pants. The blaze it sends through me almost makes me take all that internal resolve back, but I regretfully wrap my fingers around her wrist and draw her hand away.

“You got what you wanted, ember,” I tell her, and her eyebrows snap together in confusion. “I can wait for what I want.”

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