Page 9 of To Spark a Dragon's Love
My body shook with the effort to not slam into her and take what was mine.
She doesn’t deserve this.
I know.I closed my eyes again, trying to retain control.But it isn’t our decision to make.
“Hey now.” Willow’s whisper was a caress as she pressed a gentle kiss to my cheek. To my jaw. To the side of my neck. “It’s all right. Everything is going to be fine.”
“Are you sure you want this?” My voice was thick and garbled with my dragon, both of us fighting to do the right thing.
She didn’t even flinch.
“Yes. I want this.” She gave a steely nod of assurance and I was transported back to the many women who swore they could handle life as a guardian’s mate.
They’d all lied—not that my dragon had chosen any of them anyway. But he wasn’t choosing this either, was he? Despite the very real draw and the bond glowing in my chest, he wanted me to walk away.
To save her.
Willow rested her hand on my rough-shaven cheek, forcing me to look into her jeweled eyes. “You won’t break me.”
I lost all ability to speak or reason as she wrapped her long, slender legs around my back and hooked her ankles, drawing me closer and notching in the head of my cock.
The first lick of fire from her heat had stars dancing in my vision. My dragon roared his approval, more beast-like than ever before. Nothing had ever felt this good.
I hovered above her, balancing on my hands, as I drew in a ragged breath.
She would be my end.
“Take me,” Willow demanded.
I broke. “As you wish.”
With another thrust, I pushed past the first ridge as Willow screamed my name.
I set a brutal pace. She clung to my shoulders, arching into me, spreading wider, accepting everything I could give.
When she reached between us to heighten her own pleasure, I slapped her hand away, punishing her mouth with a demanding kiss.
If anyone would make her come, it was me.
She was mine now.
The way she glared and pouted almost made me laugh. I pushed her up on the pillows, angling deeper to rub against her g-spot and using my own thumb to brush over her clit.
That bratty face slipped away as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
I broke past the second ridge.
“Right there.” She dug her nails into my arms, matching my pace and reacting to each thrust with an equal fury and hunger.
It was if she was starving.
The smug pride of my beast overrode his concern. We’d give her what she needed.
And she took it all so beautifully.
Her scent filled my room, staining my sheets and burying itself into my skin as I buried as deep as I would go, shaking from the effort of restraint.
Her walls fluttered around my cock and she tightened the grip of her arms, holding on like I was the only thing keeping her from flying away.
