Page 56 of Kenna's Dragon

Using her other hand, Kenna grabs one of my wrists where I’m bracing myself on the mattress on either side of her. She pulls my hand down between her thighs, making her meaning more than clear.

“Stroke me, dragon. Just—”

“I’ve got it,” I growl, even as I fight back a wave of unexpected laughter. “Do you ever stop sassing?”

Gods. Laughing at a time like this.

“No.” She leans up to catch my bottom lip between her teeth in a quick, vicious bite. “I don’t.”

I kiss all the rest of that sass into oblivion as I pick up my pace, driving into her so she can feel all of me, and focusing on bringing her to pleasure first.

I’m sure I’d never hear the end of it if I didn’t.

Though truly, making my ember come for me is no chore. Even as my body tenses with the strain of holding back my release, even as I want nothing more than to thrust deep and spill myself in her, I need to see her fall apart first. I want to hear all that sass turn into screams. I want her eyes on me, letting me see every bit of fire she’s feeling.

To the endless gratification of my ego and the relief of my damningly thin restraint, she’s racing toward that peak only a few short minutes later. Tightening beneath me, cries growing more insistent, hand on my wing going alternately lax and grasping as her focus centers in on her own pleasure.

“That’s it,” I grate out, leaning down over her collarbone so I can drag my fangs over her hot, damp skin and taste the sweet spice of her. “Come for me, ember. I want to feel you.”

As soon as she’s crying out and writhing beneath me, I let myself go. Wings spread wide, body slamming into hers, her hot cunt grasps every inch of me, her body arches to meet mine, and pleasure grips the bottom of my spine like a fist.

It explodes into a kaleidoscope of flame and color and sensation. I let out a hoarse shout, spilling into her as the entirety of my being comes apart at the seams. Fractured, shattered, pulsing with pleasure as wave after wave breaks over me. As my climax ebbs, it rearranges itself into something new, something raw and battered and sated.

Something that feels like hers.

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Kenna

Blair spills into me with a hoarse shout that echoes through my bones and a snap of his massive, gorgeous wings above us. Head thrown back in pleasure, muscles straining, lamplight glinting off his scales, he looks like some sort of god or creature of myth. A being powerful and primal, awe-inspiring and a little bit terrifying as he brands me from the inside out.

He collapses onto me with enough foresight to brace his elbows on the mattress so he doesn’t crush me completely, but I’m beyond caring if he does. I’m still breathing hard, thrumming with the aftershocks of the best damn orgasm I’ve ever had as I throw my arms around his neck and pull him even closer.

Maybe I shouldn’t. Maybe it’s too presumptuous, too intimate, too much like he’s my boyfriend or my partner and not just the lover I’ve taken for however long he’ll have me. Blair doesn’t seem to mind, though, as he rolls to his side and enfolds me in his arms.

Crushed against the length of his body, I bury my face in his neck and let out a groan at the feel of him still pulsing in me, spilling warmth into my core. His muscles are straining, taut with the force of his release. It’s a delicious contrast to my own loose limbs and melting pleasure as I fit all the soft curves of my body into the hard planes of his.

A small, idiotic voice in the back of my mind whispers how good this feels, how right. Wrapped up in him, filled by him, held even closer as one of his massive wings descends to cradle around my back.

I do my very best to ignore that voice.

A good fuck is what I wanted, and an absolutely mind-blowing fuck is what I got.

Nothing more.

Blair recovers the ability for speech first, and the low curse he lets out rumbles through his chest. “Fuck, ember. I didn’t know you were going to kill me.”

I laugh, biting down lightly on the nearest bit of exposed skin I can reach, and the muscles of his pec leap under the small sting.

God, why can’t I stop trying to get my teeth on him?

“You seem alive enough to me.”

“Barely,” he grumbles, sliding out of me.

I’m still so sensitive that the movement pulls a strangled whimper from my lips, and Blair leans in to swallow the sound in a quick kiss before pulling away and sitting up.

“Stay here,” he tells me, getting out of bed and crossing the room to an adjoining door.

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