Page 270 of Night's Fall
“Then get balls deep in me,Aleksei,”Iinvited.
He needed no further encouragement.
His fingers fisted in my hair, yanking my head back, a move that saturated my sex, and then his mouth slammed down on mine, and that left me soaking.
In short order,Ilearned what a male with a vulnerable female needed to do to release tension.
It was rough.Itwas fevered.Therewasn’t an item of clothing on my body that didn’t end up torn, tattered and flung across the room.
He didn’t take off a stitch of his, simply tore down his zip to release his cock before he buried it in me.
My beast unfurled her welcome.Hisrushed to accept.
Aleksei marked me with his teeth.
I marked him with mine and my nails.
It was savage, and in some faraway part of my mind,Iknew it would frighten me if he wasn’t mine.
But he was.
SoIunderstood.
I knew.
I knew what he needed.
I didn’t give it to him.
I let him take it.
AndAlekseitook it.
So we both got what we needed.
For my part, it was a world-rocking orgasm that forced his name up my throat on a sob.
For his, the dragon roared.
Oh yes, he roared, andIsoared.
Make no mistake, this wasn’t use, this wasn’t intense sex.
This was making love.
The dragon’s way.
And it was beautiful.
He stayed inside when it was over andItook his weight, butIalso took the spikes of my heels (the only thingIwas wearing) out of the backs of his thighs, because those things were lethal.
I wrapped my calves around them instead.
His voice was guttural when he asked into my neck, “Bissi, didI?—?”
I squeezed him tight. “Don’teven ask.Yourache and mine are different, and mine was just assuaged.Ineeded to do that,Aleksei.Neededit.Sowe aren’t talking about it because it’s just the way.Okay?”
He lifted his head, took some of his weight into his forearms and looked down at me.
