Page 58 of Kenna's Dragon

Ewan sits back on his heels and reaches an arm around my midsection to bring me with him. Lifting me like I weigh nothing at all, he presses my back to his chest, still planted firmly inside me.

“Look at yourself, ember,” he groans. “Just look at how beautiful you are.”

One big hand cups my chin, tugging lightly so I have no choice but to obey his command.

And fuck, he’s not wrong.

My soft body is framed by the hard contours of his—full thighs draped over his muscled ones, rounded belly encircled by his corded forearm, pussy spread wide to accommodate the massive girth of his cock—and the contrast is so fucking delicious I let out a small, helpless whimper.

Held like this, it’s hard for me to get any kind of leverage to move on him, but that seems to be exactly the point. With his powerful hips moving under me and his arm tightening around me, Ewan takes complete control. He moves me how he wants, works me with slow, torturous deliberateness that makes me ache and whine for more.

“Tell me what you need,” he rasps against my ear, the low rumble of his voice reverberating through every place we’re touching.

“More!” The word comes out on a half-sob. “I need more. Please.”

“Say it again, and I’ll give it to you. Say my name, ember.”

“Please, Ewan! Please, I need—”

The last of my begging cuts off on a strangled cry as he lifts my whole body then brings me back down, thrusting his hips up to meet me. Stroke after stroke, he picks up the pace, bouncing me on his cock. He reaches down with his other hand to stroke my clit and there’s no teasing, no slow build. There’s nothing but his punishing pace and single-minded determination to make me come.

Merciless. He’s being absolutely merciless right now and I fucking love it.

I revel in the power of him, the strength, throw my head back and expose my throat to him so he can drag his lips and fangs over my skin.

My climax hits hard and vicious, ripping through me with a force that draws a low scream from my chest. Ewan’s rhythm falters as I spasm around him, and his whole body vibrates with the low, satisfied groan he lets out as he joins me. He floods me with heat, keeps me wrapped up in his arms and wings as we both come down from our peaks together.

This time, I let him clean me up, too dreamy and dazed to do more than let out a half-hearted protest when he nudges my knees apart.

We’re both quiet for a while after that. The weight of the pleasure we just shared and our physical exhaustion make us heavy and slow as we settle back into the mountain of pillows and the soft, downy comforter on his bed.

That little detail makes me smile as I fight the heaviness of my eyelids. Ewan Blair likes soft things. Despite whatever hardened exterior he might show to the world, here, in his most personal space, he’s chosen to make it soft and plush and cozy.

Even with as sated and comfortable as I am, I realize after a few minutes I should probably get going. Staying the night definitely doesn’t fall under fuck buddy territory, and even though he hasn’t said anything or implied I should go, it’s probably best to let the dragon get his rest in peace.

It makes a strange, pinched feeling settle in the center of my chest to think about leaving, but I force it out immediately. He couldn’t have been more clear tonight about what we are and what we’re not.

Beside me, Ewan’s eyes are closed, and his breathing has evened out. That makes me smile, too, knowing just how much I exhausted this powerful creature of magick and myth.

Sliding out from under the covers and tip-toeing to where my clothes are lying rumpled on the floor, I’m stopped in my tracks by Ewan calling after me.

“Kenna Byrne,” he says, voice rough and thick with sleep. “Get back in this bed.”

I turn to face him with my hands on my hips. “I need to head home.”

“No, you don’t.”

“We’re having a sleepover?”

He just grunts and holds the covers up in a silent command. And truly, who am I to argue?

Sliding back into bed, I turn onto my side. He’s there a moment later, curling his big, warm body in behind me, pressing his chest to my back, his half-hard cock into the swell of my ass. One of his wings drapes over us both, encasing us in quiet darkness.

“I’ll bring you back to your place in the morning so you can get ready for work,” he grumbles as he wraps an arm around my waist, already sliding back into sleep. “And then give you a ride—”

“You’re not seriously suggesting we carpool to the Bureau.”

“Downtown,” he finishes. “I can drop you off a couple of blocks away so we don’t raise any eyebrows.”

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