Page 57 of To Spark a Dragon's Love
On my Knees
My fangs pierced the side of my fist when I bit down to stifle my moan as Willow wrapped her slender fingers around my cock. The burning pain still lit up my body, but it was a distant, fading thing next to the fire she invoked.
She was a temptress.
A beautiful woman who had the power to bring me to my knees. I didn’t expect her to wield such magic or to come alive in the middle of the night like a siren of my dreams. I should’ve stopped us then and there, demanded she release me, but pure stubbornness kept me upright.
I wanted to see where she would take this.
Against my better judgement, I rested my head on the doorframe as she pressed her soft lips to my neck and her fingers continued their ministrations.
I didn’t have much left to give her tonight, but she didn’t seem to mind.
Her hand expertly ran along my length, holding as much as she could manage up to the first ridge, before she brought her other hand to the mix. Up and down she worked my shaft. Herthumb brushed over the sensitive tip. I shivered, thrusting into her gentle touch, as she used the precum to help her movements glide.
She took me straight to the edge and eased pressure, guiding me back down and up again.
I wasn’t one to welcome the tease, but this once, I embraced it. If she was in control, she could walk away at any time. And I’d let her go. I swear I would.
“Goddess,” I hissed as she dropped to her knees and took me into her mouth.
I gripped the back of her neck, turning her pretty face toward me, and groaning at the sight of her red lips wrapped around my cock.
The image was seared in my mind.
I already knew I’d replay it, seeing her hollowed cheeks and big eyes filled with mischief, over and over again through the long, lonely nights.
“You don’t have to kneel for me,” I rasped out. My throat was no longer hoarse from Earth’s fire, but my words felt thick just the same, betraying the true desire of my beast.
Because I did want her to kneel.
I wanted her to beg and cry out for me, to ruin her for any other male who dared to touch what was mine. But I couldn’t be that selfish. Couldn’t give her what she needed. The sooner she learned that, the better.
Willow released me from her mouth with apop,gripping the base of my cock firmly as she glared.
“I choose who I want to kneel for.” Her voice was a stern command, silencing my inner thoughts. “Now stop talking and fuck my mouth.”
Oh, that dirty mouth.
My whole body began to shake as she sucked me back down again. Stars burst in my vision as I thrust deeper, threading my fingers through her hair.
“How much can you take?” I breathed out.
She hummed her response as she cupped my balls, swallowing down past the first ridge, and meeting each thrust with the flat press of her tongue, sucking the soul from my body.
I roared my release to the heavens.
Willow greedily drank it down.
Not this way.My dragon thrashed within as my third ridge swelled, demanding we lock her into place so she couldn’t escape.
And selfishly, I thrust once more into her fingers as she eased her crushed red lips off the head of my cock and explored the swollen ridge in wonder.
I let her see what she was missing.
What I couldn’t give.
Though, gods, I wanted to.
