Page 74 of Bride of the Black Dragon
But for him.
I press a hand to my belly, fingers trembling. The heat throbbing through my core has only grown. My nipples are still painfully hard. I feel slick and swollen and wet all over again—even more than before.
Goddess, it’s like my pussy is begging for him—begging for the long, thick shaft between his legs.
Xaren is lying beside me, his head turned toward me on the flat pillow, his scarred face shadowed in the dim light. But I can see the golden glimmer in his Drake’s eye now—faint but growing. He’s coming back to life.
Because of me—because of what we did, I think. But I can tell his Drake needs more, just like I do.
“Xaren…” My voice is barely more than a breath. I shift closer, curling my body around his, trying to press every inch of my skin to his. He feels warmer now—less like a corpse and more like a man. But he’s still sluggish, still not quite himself.
He opens his arms for me, and I crawl into them, burying my face against his throat.
“Still hot, little dove?” he murmurs hoarsely, one big hand stroking my bare back.
“So hot,” I whisper. “And empty. Goddess, I feel so empty…”
His fingers still. I can feel the tension coiling in his body, even through the slow return of his heat.
“Elaina,” he rasps. “You need to fight it.”
“I can’t.” I pull back just enough to look into his eyes. “Please… I need you. I need you to fill me.”
He groans low in his chest.
“You don’t know what you’re saying. That tea—it can make you mindless. I could hurt you.”
“You won’t.” I straddle him before he can protest, feeling the hard length of him already rubbing between my thighs. “I’ll be able to keep control as long as you help me.”
“Elaina—”
“No.” I press a finger to his lips. “Look, Xaren, I’m not the only one that needs this. You can feel it for yourself—your Drake stirs when I touch you. Let me bring him back. Let me bring you back.”
I reach between us and wrap my hand around his cock. Goddess, he’s already more than halfway hard—heavy and thick, the silken scales that cover him burning hot in my palm. I stroke him slowly…deliberately, and his breath hitches.
“Elaina…little dove…” His voice is strained, like he’s fighting some internal war. “Don’t—don’t tempt me if you’re not ready.”
“I am ready,” I say fiercely. “I want this. I want you. Don’t you dare deny me now!”
His golden eye flares, heat rising from the Drake inside him. He needs me too—they both do and I know it.
Xaren knows it too. Next thing I know, his hands are gripping my hips and he rolls us with sudden strength, pinning me beneath him in one swift motion.
“Careful, little dove,” he growls, his voice deeper now, richer—his Drake closer to the surface. “You’re playing with fire.”
“I’m not afraid of burning,” I whisper.
He stares down at me for one long, blistering moment.
Then he lowers his head and kisses me.
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I like having him above me—it’s a little scary because he’s so big, but I feel safe too. However, after a moment of caging me with his big, muscular body, Xaren decides that I should be on top.
“It’s your first time, little dove,” he says. “You need to have some control over what happens.”
