Page 53 of Dragon Unleashed
“Please, Aries,” I whisper. “I want to feel you.”
In a blur, he climbs off the bed and shoves his pants down. His dick springs free, and my mouth goes dry. I knew it was huge.
Hell, I’ve seen proof of it for myself.
Felt it pressed against me.
But knowing where it’s about to go—The mattress dips with his weight as he kneels between my legs.
“If it’s too much, tell me,” he says as he leans down and presses his lips to mine.
“O-okay,” I stammer, my body trembling as his massive hand goes to my thigh and he positions himself at my entrance.
Aries’s gaze locks on mine, and he presses slowly inside me.
The pain hits first. A stinging pressure that expands the more he fills me. I grip his biceps, squeezing as I struggle to breathe.
Aries stills inside of me, dropping his head down toward my throat. His breathing is ragged, his heart hammering so loudly even I can hear it.
“Are you okay?” he rasps.
“Yes.”
He rocks against me, so slowly I can barely feel the thrust of his hips. Sensations pummel me. Pain then pleasure then pain again. After a moment, the pain begins to subside, making way for a feeling of pleasure and a sense of connection I’ve only ever dreamed of.
Then, he begins to move.
And pleasure takes over completely. A delicious friction that builds when he pulls back and reaches down to lift one of my legs up so he can get deeper.
“You’re so fucking tight. So wet.” Aries draws away then pushes back in, thrusting into me with a rhythm that matches the beating of my racing heart.
“Faster,” I whisper, wanting more. All of him.
He increases the pace, and I wrap both legs around his waist, meeting him thrust for thrust. Our bodies entwined, our breathing little more than gasps of air, I hold on to Aries as another release consumes me.
Moaning his name, I come undone around him.
Aries pulls back and sits back on the bed, pumping himself in his hands until he comes and falls to his back, chest rising and falling rapidly. The scales on his arms recede until only muscled flesh remains.
It’s not until I see the red tinge of my blood coating his dick that I realize we just had unprotected sex.
Shit.
“I’m so sorry. I should have—we should have used protection.”
“I pulled out,” he assures me as he sits up. “You will not get pregnant.”
But the hollow look in his eyes makes me wonder if that doesn’t bother him. Which, of course, makes no sense.
I close my eyes, feeling thoroughly and deliciously used.
The blankets shuffle as Aries gets out of bed. I hear the shower turn on but don’t open my eyes. Unfamiliar emotions cloud my good mood.
What if he thinks it was a mistake?
What if I wasn’t good enough?
What if—
