Page 53 of Kenna's Dragon

I’d usually shy away from being touched like this, held like this, seen like this with all the lights still on and exposed so completely in his mirror.

“Yes,” I whisper.

Blair reaches up to grasp my jaw, tipping my head back so he can claim my mouth with a tender ferocity that steals my breath. The hand on my stomach dips lower, brushing beneath the waistband of my panties, tangling in the curls beneath.

Blair groans again. His wings flare wide behind him, and the way the lamplight hits his scales makes him look like a living flame. He moves restlessly against me as he shifts his hand further down between my thighs.

His groan turns into a rasping growl as he sinks one long finger into me. With as soaked for him as I already am, it meets no resistance, and he slips a second in to join the first, angling the heel of his palm just right so it hits my clit as I start to move with him.

It only lasts a few moments, though, before he’s pulling away. I cry out in protest, but he just chuckles and tugs on the waistband of my panties, lowering them over the curve of my ass.

“Off. Now.”

I obey that deep, compelling command without question, but just as I’m about to reach for the tops of my stockings, Blair stops me.

“Absolutely not. Those stay on.”

Without waiting for me to reply, Blair lunges forward and scoops me up, carrying me bridal-style to the bed. Tossing me into the center of it, he climbs in behind me and settles on his back, his wings spread gracefully beneath him. I reach out to touch, but don’t get the chance before he grabs me around the waist and lifts me on top of him.

My knees land on either side of his head, but I rear back a little and let out a squeak of protest when I realize what he intends to do.

“Problem?” Blair rumbles from between my thighs, shooting me a wicked smirk.

“I just—I’m not—I haven’t done this before,” I somehow manage to blurt out. “At least not like… this.”

Blair palms my ass, encouraging me forward. “You’re not going to deny me this sweet cunt, Kenna. Not when I’ve been thinking about it for days.”

Another sound rasps out of my throat, something between a groan of pleasure and one of embarrassment. Still, I relax into his touch and angle my hips forward. It puts me right on top of Blair’s hot, seeking mouth, and a ripple of wild pleasure moves through me.

“Hands on the headboard,” he murmurs against the soft skin of my inner thigh, evoking all-too-vivid memories of him giving me that same command in my bedroom. “If you need something to help you balance. Otherwise you move however feels right. Take the pleasure you need from me.”

Just like he promised, his claws unsheathe from the tips of his fingers and press lightly into the swell of my ass. Not hard enough to break the skin, but just enough to cause a delicious little sting of pain that has me rocking forward, bracing myself against the carved wooden headboard of his enormous bed and lowering myself onto his lips.

Blair is right there to meet me. His tongue—longer and more pointed than a human man’s—traces a slow, decadent swipe up the very center of me, teasing around my soaked entrance for a moment before laving against my clit.

And… fuck, just… fuck. The feel of him is incredible.

Hot and determined, focused entirely on me and my pleasure, Blair keeps a firm grip on my ass as he urges me to sink even further down onto his face. When I relax into that silent command, the feral, pleased growl he lets out sounds more dragon than man.

It ratchets up my pleasure even higher. The idea that I’ve got an ancient, powerful being between my thighs, putting all that predator’s focus to work unraveling me completely, makes me cry out as a wave of pure pleasure washes over me.

I let myself go.

Not caring that I’ve never done this, not caring what I might look like, not caring that I might do something wrong or demand too much from him, I simply let myselfmove.

If Blair’s rough growl of approval is any indication, he doesn’t mind my enthusiasm in the slightest.

He chases every snap of my hips, keeps me anchored as I build higher and hotter toward my peak. His lips and tongue and teeth give me no mercy. Wrapping around my clit. Dipping into me and making me see stars. Rasping against my hot, over-sensitive flesh.

Blair seems to sense my approaching peak before I do, holding me tighter, working me in firm, steady, unrelenting strokes of his tongue against my clit. Again and again, repeating the same motion and pressure in a practiced technique that would take most human men multiple lifetimes to learn.

It only takes me a few more moments of that determined, dragon focus to shatter completely.

I let go of the headboard as I come, slumping forward over myself and burying my hand in Blair’s hair as my hoarse cry echoes through the room around us.

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