Page 29 of Taming
“Chaos can you please. I can’t—I can’t think, and I just want to sleep, and I’m tired, and I hate how good you feel.” My mouth snaps shut but it doesn’t stop the words I’ve already spoken.
I tense beneath him. Seconds tick by as we both process what I just said.
Why did I say that?
“You feel good too.” His words tingle into me in a delicious way. “My mind is always split. There’s this rational human side of me, and then there’s this primal dragon side of my thoughts.” His low tone drifts right through me, and I can’t look at him. I force my face deeper into my fluffy pillow to avoid the confessions that are growing in the air. “My dragon side is demanding.”
The words he said earlier swarm my mind. He said his dragon loved me …
That thought both terrifies me and warms me all at once. His fingers tense against my stomach before slipping lower. His touch burns over my skin, making energy course all through me with every slow move of his fingertips. My lashes flutter as he cups my sex from over the thin material of my skirt, and a heavy sigh falls from my lips.
The tingling feeling in my core tightens. My hips skim against his palms, my ass rocking hard against him until he finally shifts higher to meet me just right. The pillow sinks and his hand plants near my head just as his cock grinds against my ass.
A repressed sound leaves him and fans against the back of my neck. It takes a second before I start to meet him. Our hips rock hard together but only in a way that truly benefits one of us. His lips press to my messy hair, and I keep my face tilted away from him as his mouth skims against the curve of my neck. His beard brands my skin in a tingling delicious way.
The warmth of his palm sears across the back of my thigh as he pushes my skirt higher and higher. The thin material teases my skin and my legs part wide for him as he settles in; his chest brushes against my back with every move he makes.
He feels good. I love the way his hands feel against my skin. I want his mouth on my body. I want to feel every inch of him. For a fleeting instant, I consider turning to him. I consider kissing him deeply just to know how he’d taste.
But I don’t want that connection. I want the building release to come crashing down. I want him to fuck me hard. But I don’t ever want to feel that soul-crushing emotional attachment to anyone like I’ve felt in the past.
My palm pushes at the hard length of his cock behind me and he thrusts against my touch. I shove blindly at the waist of his jeans until smooth skin meets my fingers.
I shift my hips for him as he pulls my underwear down. When his palm pushes over my center, a whimpering gasp slips from my lips and the sound is silenced against the soft pillow beneath me. Slow and deliberate strokes guide his fingers up and down my slickness. He rubs hard against my clit, and a shaking breath fans across my hair, my eyes slipping closed. One finger sinks in and then another, and he groans against my neck before kissing me there tenderly.
Shamelessly, I grind myself against the firm movements of his palm until I’m moaning from the feel of his hand working my body.
“Relax, Low. I’ll take care of you, I promise.”
I don’t have time to realize how quickly he intends to fulfill that promise.
His palm slips away, and with my chest heaving, I look back at him with a needy look that makes him smile. The evening light strikes across the dark stubble of his jaw, making his smile appear more dangerous than I’ve ever seen it.
Big palms grasp my hips and he pulls me against him until every hard inch of him is slamming into me at once.
He uses me as he strokes himself hard, stretching the deepest parts of my body until I’m crying out from the rough feel of it. My orgasm builds and tightens within me as he thrusts deeper and deeper. I’m spread beneath him, his nails digging into my skin as he fills me completely from behind. The dominance of his body over mine sends a rush of energy right to my sex, and I rock forcefully against his every thrust.
It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Chaos is this surprising combination of aggression and care that I never expected.
The warmth of his palm skims up my spine in a gentle caress. His fingers grip the base of my hair and he pulls hard until I’m bowed beneath him. His grip tightens with every hard thrust. My gasps and moans fill the silence, and every sound I make seems to fuel him on. It’s this delicious mixture of pain and pleasure. His dominance excites every part of me, but I also want him to know he doesn’t own the control between us.
I arch against him, settling against his thighs as his chest melds against my back. My spine bows until my hands push through his hair. My hands are above my head, gripping his locks tightly as he rocks his hips harder.
“Fuck, Low.” He releases my hair and I release him, both of us relenting to one another. The cool mattress meets my fingertips once again as I settle my chest against the blanket. My palms fist the sheets. He groans, his thrusts becoming jarring and hard, but he doesn’t stop for even a second.
Heat sears over my skin as his palm skims across my hip before drifting lower. His fingers push down my sex, slipping against the base of his cock before sliding back up. Fast and hard circles press against my clit in the most demanding way. The energy within me coils tighter, and I bury my face in the pillow as I scream his name.
My release shivers all through me. It draws him in deeper and he slams in one more time, his nails raking across my hip as he stills behind me.
His heavy breaths shake through the silence, and the pulsing of his dick makes me tremble beneath him.
Neither of us speak for a long moment. Finally, I turn, letting him slip from me to face him. He’s the first person I’ve slept with in five years.
Goddess, that was the best decision I’ve made in five years, I guarantee it. I’m mentally applauding my good choices in life.
I think I might even miss him, and his cock, when I sell him off to the Prince.
Hesitantly, his fingers push over mine before he holds my hand lightly above my head. He holds himself above me, studying me. We stay like that for several quiet moments.
