Page 26 of Vex
Vex surged up, lifting her thighs around his hips. Her back hit the wall once more, sweat sticking their torsos together. The blunt crown of his cock rubbed against her soaked entrance, hot and insistent.
"Tell me you want this," he demanded.
At her choked "Please," he slammed deep in one confident stroke. The stretch bloomed into sparking fullness that shook a sob from her core. His eyes locked with hers the entire time, fiery yellow holding her captive.
The feeling of him filling her completely stole what little breath she had left. He was big, bigger than she expected, and the stretch burned in the most delicious way. But it was more than physical sensation. It was the way he watched her face as he entered her, like he was memorizing every expression, every little sound.
It was intimate in a way that terrified her, like he was seeing straight through to her soul.
Slow, grinding withdrawal, inch by agonizing inch, then snapping his hips forward to seat himself impossibly deep. He ground against her hypersensitive center every time he fully sheathed inside her.
It built pleasure faster than she'd imagined possible.
Each thrust sent shockwaves through her still-quivering body, and she clung to his shoulders like he was the only solid thing in a world gone wobbly. The rhythm he set was demanding, calculated to drive her out of her mind. Deep and slow, then fast and hard, keeping her constantly off-balance.
Then he was holding her hips steady to thrust into her with hard, deep strokes. Shockwaves with every collision against the wall. Her body jolted with each impact, and her core ached with the force yet clenched greedily on each withdrawal.
Her nails dug grooves down his sweat-slicked back as his thrusts became jagged and unhinged. He was snarling incoherently against her collarbone while pistoning harder, deeper.
When her climax tore through her again, gut-deep convulsions dragging sharp cries from her throat, he crushed her mouth, swallowing her sounds as his own release hit. Blinding hot seed burst inside her in thick spurts, his groan dragged out and raw against her shoulder.
The intensity of coming together felt like being struck by lightning. Every nerve ending in her body fired at once. This wasn't just physical release, it was something deeper. Like two forces of nature colliding and creating something entirely new.
Their bodies trembled violently together in the aftermath, her legs slumping off his hips. His forehead pressed to hers, breath erratic.
He carried her then, collapsing sideways onto the massive bed. He tucked her back against his chest, cocooning her with his larger frame.
His lips traced the curve of her shoulder blade, soft kisses that felt reverent after the intensity of what had just passed between them.
The tangled bliss lasted maybe twenty seconds.
Then reality crashed over her like cold water, washing away the haze of satisfaction and leaving only stark, terrifying clarity.
She'd just had the best sex of her life with her partner. Her temporary partner, who would disappear back to his dragon life the moment this job was over.
Worse, she'd used sex to manipulate him, to distract him from questions she couldn't answer, and it had backfired spectacularly. Instead of staying in control, she'd lost herself completely.
What the hell had she just done?
13
Luisa woke before dawn tangled in silk sheets and Vex's arms.
His breathing was soft and steady against her neck, one heavy arm draped across her waist like he was afraid she might disappear. The big bad dragon snored. Quietly, but still.
She shouldn't find it adorable.
The darkness wrapped around them, and Luisa lay perfectly still. His chest pressed against her back, warm and solid, while his fingers splayed possessively across her ribs.
This felt dangerous in a way that had nothing to do with their mission. Waking up in his arms felt like she belonged there. The thought sent panic skittering through her chest. This was not supposed to happen. Every breath he took stirred the hair at her nape, and she had to fight the urge to press back against him.
Carefully, she extracted herself from his grip, holding her breath as he shifted but didn't wake. The cool air hit her bare skin, raising goosebumps.
The bathroom was its own kind of sanctuary. She turned the shower as hot as she could stand and tried to wash away the memory of his hands on her skin.
It didn't work.
She wasn't sure she wanted it to.
