Page 41 of The Dragon King's Curse
“One,” I answered honestly. “One man, one time.”
He nodded, unable to hide the satisfaction in his eyes. The Dragon King wanted to stake his claim. He wanted to be the one to make me crazy for him and only him. He had no way of knowing that Leif and I were dear friends. Not lovers by any means.
Nudging my legs apart, Noxx settled himself between them. His erection pressed against me, thick and long. He caught my lips in a kiss, his tongue darting out to lick at the bead of blood that had welled up from my nervous bite.
Slowly, he rubbed himself against my wetness. I suspected he was giving me a chance to back out. To tell him to get off me and stop this foolishness. I knew that I should do that, yet I couldn’t bring myself to say the words. Instead, I spread my legs wider in invitation and kissed him with wild abandon.
Noxx guided himself to my opening and slowly pushed inside me. The sudden sensation of being stretched open followed. I stared up at him in wide-eyed wonder.
Was it supposed to be this way? My drunken encounter with Leif had been enjoyable, and he’d no doubt known how to please a woman, yet this raw intensity had been missing. Perhaps because he and I were never meant to engage in such activity.
What about Noxx and me? Were we supposed to feel such want for one another? Such need?
The realization hit me as he buried himself deep within me. I needed Noxx Drakoth. That was exactly why I had to leave him. Before it was too late.
He remained deep inside me for several long moments, letting me adjust to his size. Gradually, he withdrew only to thrust deep once again. With every stroke of his body inside mine, the pleasure mounted. Soon it became more than I could take.
My moans turned into cries. Sounds I’d never imagined I could make. There was no holding back, only giving in. I should’ve been afraid when I looked up to find him watching me with those dragon eyes, beastly fangs present in his mouth. Instead, I was enamored.
“That’s right, princess, let me hear how much you love my cock. Gods, I knew you would feel fucking amazing. Like you were made for me.” Closing his eyes, Noxx pressed his forehead to mine.
Wanting desperately to feel all of him, I ran my hands down his chest, around to his back, feeling the sinewy muscles beneath my fingertips. Down his lower back to his firm behind, holding it as he thrust into me. If the gods didn’t want me to give myself to him, they never should’ve made him so fucking beautiful.
With a husky groan, Noxx kissed a fiery path down the side of my neck. The touch of his fangs against my throat sent shockwaves of excitement through me as he bit down, careful not to pierce my skin.
His pace quickened. Soon he was moving impossibly fast. Driving the amazing sensations higher. I held tight to him, needing to feel him, to stay grounded so I didn’t simply float away. I hit that peak of pleasure hard, crying out as my inner muscles clenched tight around him.
Wrapping his arms around me, Noxx rolled us over so I was on top. He held me crushed against his chest as he thrust up into me. Being locked in his embrace felt safe and dangerous all at the same time. Did he feel it too?
His eyes were pure dragon. Looking into his beast, for just a moment, I wished that I could free it for him.
Noxx seemed to know what I was thinking because he whispered, “Don’t look at me like that.”
Not knowing what else to do, I kissed him. An exuberant act, crushing our lips together. Dipping my tongue into his mouth. Not at all caring when one of his fangs cut the edge of my lip. He gently licked the blood away. Entangling a hand in my hair, he held the back of my head as he kissed me with a raging desire that I felt to the tips of my toes.
I did my best to move on top of him. To meet his thrusts as he lost himself inside me. Noxx’s hips moved fast, making it hard to keep up. I gasped for breath as he claimed me.
For that’s what this was, wasn’t it? The claiming of the beast. The dragon finding its victory. Would I merely be a conquered conquest when this was all over?
What else could I possibly be? A memory. That’s what Noxx would be for me. A wonderful memory of the brief moment in a small town when time momentarily stopped.
Once his thrusts grew wild and rough, I knew he was close to finishing. To finding his pleasure inside me. Something about that knowledge made me feel good. Powerful.
Noxx’s frantic strokes brought me to another dizzying climax. How was it possible to have so many in one encounter? His name was a cry on my lips when he emptied his seed inside me. I felt it coat my insides. A piece of him left behind.
Growing up, my mother had once told me that such intimacy with a man was more than the sharing of bodies. It was the sharing of souls. Energy. Everything vital and full of life. She warned me to choose my lovers carefully. To know that it meant leaving part of myself with every man I knew in this manner.
A lump formed in my throat. Choking off my breath as I struggled past it. Deep down I knew my mother was right. When Noxx and I finally parted ways, he would carry a piece of me with him. I would keep a piece of him as well.
Gods, what had we done?
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
NOXX
Feryn rolled off me, clutching the blankets to her naked body as she scooted to the opposite side of the bed. So much for enjoying the afterglow.
Making no effort to cover my nudity, I glanced over at her. “It’s a bit late for you to act like the blushing virgin now, princess. We both heard you moaning for my cock. You loved every second, and you know it.”
