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The image that immediately invaded his head was nearly enough to make him spend inside her all over again.He gritted his teeth to hold still instead of grabbing her hips and pumping into her with wild abandon.
She began to move, up and down, riding, grinding.She let her head fall back, her silken hair cascading down her sweet body.Her puckered nipples thrust forward with every move she made.
He wanted to touch them but didn’t dare remove his hands from under his head.He would not take over.He had to stop himself.
Yet he couldn’t stop himself completely.
“Take your nipples between your fingers for me, sweeting,” he told her, “and roll them.”
Shock widened her eyes, but she was desperate for release, and she trusted that what he advised would help.She cupped her firm breasts in her small hands, covered them with her palms, ran her tentative fingers over her nipples, and moaned, her eyes glazing over.
“Now pinch them,” Draknart ordered.
She did and cried out in shocked delight.
His hips began to move.He couldn’t help it.“Pinch them tighter.”
Her breathing grew hard and uneven.
“Now roll them.”
She obeyed, and rode him faster, rougher.
When she spent her pleasure, squeezing him, milking him, Draknart lost control.He grabbed her, rolled her onto her stomach, and lifted her hips.He made sure that her face rested on her folded arms on the cave floor, the he plunged into her tight opening from behind.
She cried out—a sound of desire.As he pounded his need into her, she pushed back, meeting him thrust for thrust, arching her back, her soft moans begging him to bring her to completion once again.
He reached around her with one hand and found her throbbing nub, pinched it and rolled it, the same as she’d done with her nipples.The gods be damned, he couldn’t stop, he didn’t want to stop, he wanted everything she had.
When she flew apart in his arms, he shot his seed inside her pulsing, tight channel.
Later, as they lay next to each other, Draknart cursed the gods again.He’d wanted Einin, but not like this, not without control.Not when neither of them could make the choice for themselves.
A bitter realization hit him.
The goddess had not forgiven him.The years Belisama had given to Einin were no years at all.The goddess expected Einin to run from the dragon in the morning.
Einin would never want to see him again.
Not after Draknart had spent the night ravaging her body.
Chapter11
When Einin woke in the back of the cave in the morning, Draknart was still sleeping the sleep of the dead next to her.She didn’t wake him, couldn’t face him just yet, after what they’d done in the night.She stumbled her way to the cavern’s opening and peeked outside.The sun shone brightly down on the clearing.No sign of the gods.Safe.
Trees had fallen, bushes had been ripped up by their roots, leaves lay scattered everywhere, torn from their branches.Einin picked her way through the debris and headed to the lake.The cool water might soothe the soreness between her legs.Even her nipples ached.Heat spread across her cheeks at the memory that she’d been the one to torture them—at least some of the time.
She’d considered herself a woman for some time.She’d lived alone in the village.She’d cut her own wood.She’d snared her own game in the woods to fill her pot.She’d gone to the dragon.Andshe’d come back.She was no twittering maiden, even if she’d still been in possession of her maidenhead.
Yet, this morning, she felt more of a woman than she had been before.What Draknart had done to her… What she had done to Draknart… Their fierce mating awakened a part of her that she hadn’t met before.She liked that part.She liked being a woman who could pin a man like Draknart to the rocks by his shoulders and take from him what she needed.
She walked into the water and smiled at the thought.She liked who she was—a survivor.She had survived being tossed to a dragon a fortnight ago, and had survived being witness to the clash of the gods.
When the water reached to her chest, she stopped and washed herself.Then she dropped to her knees and dunked her head under, holding her breath.
She and Draknart… Draknart and she… What did he…No.What didshewant to do next?
She ran out of air, searching for the answer.With a great gasp, she broke the surface.
