Page 33 of Driven By Dragonblood
“Not every inch,” he murmured, even though I hadn’t spoken my dragon’s declaration aloud, and pressed up onto his elbows to better meet my gaze. A twinkle lit his ocean eyes while he grinned a wickedly delicious smile. He shifted his hips, his length still hard even though cum trickled around where he was buried deep in my body.
Another burst of arousal rushed through my core,offering him the slickness he would require for what I could hear his dragon whisper its need for.
Yessss.
I squeezed my inner walls around his shaft. “You can take it all.”
Please.
He groaned and tipped his forehead against mine. “I can feel your thoughts, like whispers in the wind,” he said, his sweet breath caressing my parted lips. “How is that possible?”
I ran my fingertips along his spine, his shiver causing goose bumps to rise along my arms. “Because of the dragonblood in us, the beginnings of the bond between fated mates who refuse any barriers between them.”
Yessss, our inner beasts hissed as one.
“Fuck.” He tangled his fingers in my hair and kissed me again with a ravaging hunger I felt within my soul.
Had I been fully human, soreness from his thrusts would have demanded we wait to mate again, but the dragonblood healed me faster, erasing all pain the second he’d torn through my maidenhead to claim me.
Lifting onto his hands, he held my gaze, dragging his length out, even though I tried to keep him close. The grin had faded from his lips, pure lust, instinctive, consuming need, replacing the bubbly feelings emanating between us as he stared down at me.
He pulled his rigid shaft from my body, releasing a flood of our combined cum from earlier, and slid along my sopping lower lips, rubbing the back of his length along the swollen bundle of nerves. “Tell me again.” His rasped command caused me to shiver.
“You can take it all,” I whispered what his dragon wanted to hear while clutching at his tensed biceps.
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
Holding my gaze with his gleaming eyes, he moved down over my body, pausing to lift my breasts together and lick across the sensitive buds, watching me closely for my reaction.
I grabbed hold of his head, moaning as zings raced from my hard nipples, through my stomach, and straight to my pussy, causing more arousal to well along my inner walls.
“I can smell how badly you want me.” He grazed his teeth over my nipples, and I shuddered. “How the fuck is that even possible?” he mumbled and nipped one last time.
“Please,” I croaked, shaking in my need.
He slid lower, his tongue flickering over my stomach, my navel—he nuzzled against the curls between my thighs, breathing in the scent of our cum and my want. He tongued over my labia and upward to flick the hardened nub at the top of my slit, causing me to jolt and whimper.
He swallowed and growled. “So fucking delicious.”
Please…
“I—I need…” I whined, thighs pressing tight against the sides of his head.
Mouth latching onto the throbbing bundle of nerves, he slid two fingers deep into my soaked core, another rumble of satisfaction sounding in his chest.
His inner beast purred, enticing me to gift him more wetness for him to swallow down.
He coaxed continuous arousal from my human body with tongue and fingers, leading us and our true selves toward the satisfaction we craved.
I lifted my hips when he desired, cried out when he wanted me to come again. My body convulsed at his persistent onslaught, his fingers thrusting through drenching cum—the lubrication he needed and wanted to claim another first from me.
“Yes,” I half-gasped the word as my climax robbed me of breath.
He knelt between my loosened thighs, rubbing his shaft through my juices. “If it’s too much, tell me to stop.”
“You’ll know if it is,” I replied, reaching for him, my gaze latching onto my release glistening on his lips.
