Page 62 of To Spark a Dragon's Love
My mate is fed and healthy.My beast growled his approval.Keep her that way.
He’d been more tame in his demands since Willow came into our life.
The gift that kept giving.
I took great pride in knowing that as her body healed mine, I could also benefit hers.
My hand gripped the front of her hips, drawing her up off the bed and pressing her back to my chest as I kissed along her shoulder and neck. I slid my fingers between her legs, making her clit pulse as I entered her from behind, and captured her lips with mine as she moaned, before swallowing the beautiful sound.
We moved together, having learned this dance over the past few weeks and mapped out our own rhythm. She was my perfect fit. Her body molded to mine. So responsive to my touch. Her sweet cunt stretched to accommodate me to the second ridge.
I increased my pace as her walls fluttered around my cock and I dove beyond the walls of her mind.
The barriers were never as strong in the quiet nights we spent within each other’s arms.
I reassured myself with each thrust that she was content. Happy. Healthy.
Her silent pleas and dirty thoughts had me thrusting harder, about to lose control.
But I held steady, working her to the edge until a cry slipped from her lips with my name on it.
I flexed my hips once more, my teeth stilling over her claiming mark.
Mine.
I wrestled dangerously with my beast as I slipped out.
“No.” Willow’s little cry of loss dampened the intensity of my orgasm. I coated her ample ass with my seed while I fought the urges of my beast.
My third ridge swelled almost painfully as blood rushed to the area and it hit the exposed air instead of the warmth my body naturally sought in Willow’s embrace.
I pressed her forward with a gentle kiss. “Hold still. I’ll clean you up.”
My cock throbbed and twitched, ready to go again at the sight of Willow’s perfectly naked backside glistening in the amber glow of the low lights as I returned from the bathroom with a cloth.
This is weakness. Pathetic.
I toweled her off slowly, kneading muscles as I went, to help quiet the beast.
“What are we doing?” Willow sighed as she looked at the clock.
I followed her gaze, seeing we still had plenty of time left tonight. “What would you like to do?” I purred.
“Will you knock it off?” Willow suddenly sat up, drawing her knees to her chest and leaving a cold rush of air between us. “It’s time to talk about this. Seriously.”
“What do you mean?” I asked as I tried to process her quick turnaround, but her mental walls had slammed firmly into place.
Her eyes narrowed. “You’re like five hundred years old. Don’t play dumb.”
“I…” I blew out a heated breath as I rubbed the back of my neck. Even if I wanted to ‘play dumb’ as she suggested because I couldn’t read her mind, I felt her sensations pummeling me through the bond. The disappointment made my dragon roar.
Failure. Unworthy.
“You want my seed.” My eyes shot to hers, needing to silence my inner voice.
“Your seed?” She choked on her own laughter, regaining her composure before I could be thoroughly humiliated. “No, you big dummy. I mean, this…” She pointed to the space between our hearts. “We’re not real.”
The pain in her voice was a claw to my chest.
