Page 55 of Kenna's Dragon

Kenna glances up at me, and the emeralds in her eyes sparkle in merciless provocation. When her soft, firm grip encircles my length, it’s all I can do to hold myself back from surging up and grabbing her, flipping her over, rutting her into the mattress.

And when her mouth closes hot and tormenting over the head of my cock, an inferno erupts beneath my skin.

Kenna gives every bit as good as she got, eyes flicking up to watch herself take me apart with every lick and suck and rasp of her teeth. But when she draws me deep, pulling me all the way to the back of her throat and I feel her low moan of satisfaction break against my skin, I’ve had enough.

The need to be inside her is a clawing, burning thing, consuming me from the inside out. I’m not capable of being gentle with her as I lunge off the bed, but my ember doesn’t seem to mind. She pulls her mouth off my cock with a gasp of surprise and meets me half-way, crashing into me in a tangle of lips and limbs and need.

Another heartbeat later and I’ve got her pinned on her back. My wings snap to their full width, and her breath catches again as I notch myself between her thighs.

“Tell me yes, ember.”

Her eyes have already answered, but her gasped reply is a thread of sanity in the firestorm between us.

“Condom?”

“I’m dormant. Medication. To make sure I can’t get anyone pregnant. You?”

“I take the pill,” she whispers, moving her hips against me.

My cock slips just inside her hot, soaked cunt, and I reach for any scraps of restraint I still possess.

“Tell me yes, Kenna.”

Even as I demand her surrender, I revel in this last moment on the precipice. Having her spread beneath me willing and wanting and glorious, holding onto the last few seconds of who I am before. Before having Kenna, before whatever I’ll be after I’ve known the pleasure of losing myself in her.

“Yes.” The word is whispered, but holds an iron-steady certainty. “Yes,please.”

I thrust into her in one smooth stroke and she cries out, hips and body arching up to meet mine.

A harsh curse rips from my throat at the incredible sensation of being sheathed in her, surrounded by her heat and her scent, consumed by the impossible fire coursing through my veins.

Kenna has her eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, and I’m not having that. Not for a single second.

“Ember,” I groan, grabbing her chin. “Eyes on me.”

They flutter open, and the depths of glazed bliss in them make me groan again.

“You look at me when I’m inside you. Understand?”

She nods, and I grunt my approval.

“Give me your hand.”

Kenna complies immediately, and I grasp her wrist and bring her fingers up to the curve of my wing. Settling them just where I want them, I lean in low and rasp into her ear.

“Stroke me, ember. Just there.”

She does, and stars explode behind eyes I suddenly can’t keep from closing. Her hand stills a moment later, and I force them back open with a growl rising to my lips.

“You look at me while you’re fucking me. Understand?” Her eyes sparkle with wicked provocation, giving every bit of my own arrogance back to me as she strokes my wing again.

Fuck. The things her command does to me. Sharp and unyielding, threaded with a possessiveness the beast in me wants to bow to immediately.

Pulling almost all the way out of her, I thrust back in with enough force to draw another moan from her, a tightening of her hand on my wing, and then we’re both moving. Easy and instinctual, like the glide of flight or the dance of two bodies who have known each other for far, far longer than a couple of weeks.

I’m mindless for her, consumed by her, and Kenna is every bit as ravenous. Meeting me thrust for thrust, massaging into my wing, testing out all the sensitive places to figure out which ones make me crazed.

Though, it would seem I’ve been remiss in returning the favor.

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