Page 33 of Dragon Lord
He waited to pull out until he softened a little, to make it easier on her.Not that he softened much.He dropped to the ground next to her, then rolled onto his back as they panted side by side in the semidarkness of the cave.
“Have I hurt you badly?”he asked when he could speak.
Long moments passed before she answered, courage glinting in her eyes.“I’ve been hurt worse.”
He remembered the scars on her back.He flinched.“I am sorry, sweeting.”
“My body feels…” She trailed off, then she tried again, “My body feels…” But she couldn’t finish on the second try either.
“I swear, if I could have stopped it, I would have.I would have if it killed me.”He gathered her against him with all the tenderness he possessed.“Is it terribly bad?”
“It’s an ache, but it’s more than an ache.I need… I still need…” Once again, she didn’t know how to finish, but she rubbed the juncture of her thighs against his thigh in a tentative gesture of seeking.
He was hard as an anvil already.The gods were still swirling the storms of passion outside.
Einin explored his chest with her slim fingers.
He flattened her hand against his hot skin under his palm.“I don’t want to hurt you even more.”
She stilled.But a moment later, her lips brushed against his shoulder, as if she couldn’t stop.
He knew how she felt.The air was thick with lust.And now the cave held the scent of their lovemaking and mutual arousal.His sensitive dragon nose could not avoid it.His body pulsed with need so sharp as to be on the edge of pain.
“When will it stop?”Even as Einin asked, she bit him.
As her small teeth sank into his skin, hot pleasure shot through Draknart.“When the gods finish.”
She moved over him, sprawling over his body, burying her face into his neck as if trying to hide.“I can’t.I can’t,” she begged, but then she kissed his collarbone, just before she licked his chest.
He wrapped his arms around her, the thought that he couldn’t keep her safe killing him.“I know.”
She shifted on top of him, on his hardness.“But I need…” She nearly cried with the words.
He soothed the delicate curve of her back with his large hands.“I know, sweeting.”
A sob escaped her.
“Straddle me,” he said.
She sat at once, one knee on either side of him, her pale breasts glowing in the darkness of the cave.
Draknart folded his hands under his head so he couldn’t grab her.“Do what you want, sweeting.Take what you need.”
She squirmed in distress, not fully understanding.“I need…” She gasped in distress.“Inside me.”
“Take it, then.As slow as you need.As much as helps.”
Understanding at last, she rose to her knees, then reached for his full hardness.When her fingers closed around him, he couldn’t help the groan that tore from his throat.He thrust into her hands.It wasn’t enough for either of them.
She brought him to her opening.
He didn’t want to hurt her again, so he held himself completely still as she slowly, experimentally lowered herself onto him.
She took in only the swollen head at first, then sank a bit lower, then another bit.She winced and gasped all the way down, but she took him in to the root.Then she squirmed to adjust to his size, and the next gasp that left her lips was a sound of pleasure.
Her gaze begged him.She was clearly at a loss as to what to do next.
“Ride me as you would a horse.”
