Page 80 of Bride of the Black Dragon
“Oh, Goddess…” I whisper.
“You feel like heaven,” he groans, brushing my lips with a kiss. “So wet and warm and tight…”
His strokes are long and deep—slow enough to make me feel every ridge along the length of his cock as it rubs against my inner walls. His pelvis rocks against mine, rubbing perfectly against that sensitive place where I need him most.
Our eyes lock as he moves inside me, and it’s like time stops.
I feel… seen. Cherished. Like he’s worshiping me with every stroke.
And I can feel his Drake too. Not just through the warmth of his skin, or the heat of his cock, but in the depth of his gaze. I feel him in the primal, wordless love that pulses between us.
The orgasm builds slowly—sweet and steady, like a tide rising.
When it hits, it’s not explosive…not blinding or overwhelming.
It’s pure.
Gentle waves of pleasure rolling through me, soft and golden, cresting again and again as he pulses deep inside me, looking into my eyes.
I cry out softly, clutching his shoulders, riding each wave as it washes over me.
“I love you,” I whisper before I can stop myself. “I don’t care how impossible things are right now—I love you.”
Xaren stills above me, his eyes wide. Then he leans down and presses his forehead to mine.
“I thought I’d forgotten how to love. Or maybe I never learned it,” he murmurs. “But you taught me, little dove. I love you, too.”
He kisses me slowly as he comes, groaning into my mouth. I feel the heat of him spilling inside me again, flooding my body with his seed, his hands gripping my waist like he never wants to let me go.
When we finally collapse together, tangled and breathless, I press my cheek to his chest and listen to the steady beat of his heart. I’ve never felt so close to anyone in my life.
It’s a wonderful feeling.
We lie there in silence for a while, our limbs entwined, the world outside the cell forgotten.
But reality is always waiting.
“I’m going to get you out of here,” I whisper, my lips against his skin as I look up at him. “We have to find a way.”
He strokes my back slowly.
“There’s nothing we can do until the Queen relents,” he says quietly. “Sometimes she holds a grudge for months.”
I lift my head, frowning.
“But we can’t wait that long—your Drake… he was nearly gone when I found you. I’m scared for him.”
Xaren sighs and shakes his head.
“As long as I wear the collar, I can’t let him out. And being locked away… it weakens him. Starves him.”
I swallow hard.
“But… could it…” My throat tightens. “Could it actually kill him?”
His eyes go distant.
“I don’t know,” he says finally. “I’ve only worn it once before—after I tried to burn the Citadel. They locked me up and put the collar on me. But that was only for a day or two… until they made me swear the magic oath.”
