Page 26 of Scaled Hearts

Kelly’s throat bobs as she drinks hers and I can’t help imagining this must have been how her throat looked when she was swallowing my seed. A primal sort of satisfaction blooms in my chest. She is all mine, entirely mine.

I can’t wait to bury myself inside of her. All this was just the appetizer before the main course. I want to spend hours and hours inside of her, carving a space for myself. I feel so utterly possessive of her after only hours of knowing each other.

I knew that I wanted her as my mate the minute I saw her in my dragon form. Some instinctual part of me, perhaps from the Hearthkeeper herself, had pushed me to claim her, to brand her and make hermine.

Whatever is drawing me to her is giving me strange ideas, too. I’m not used to thinking beyond my immediate gratification, taking what I need and only what I need. But with Kelly, I’m finding that every minute I spend with her, more thoughts of her invade my head.

I want to take care of her. I want to make our time together good for her, to make her feel good. Above all, I desire her to like me. Why? This is strange.

I’m a creature of instinct. I use my instinct to guide me to making all my decisions and thus far it has brought me everything I could ever want and need. I have power, riches, ghostly servants...perhaps sticking with instinct is the right path.

. I let it guide me now, laying back down and taking Kelly in my arms, pressing kisses to her cheeks and lips again.

If she’s surprised by the gentle way I’m treating her, she doesn’t say it. She kisses me back, tangling our limbs together as we lay in the soft furs. The two of us kiss for what feels like hours, trading gentle touches and caresses, exploring each other's bodies in the warmth of the nest I made for her.

I’m thorough in my exploration, discovering how touching the backs of her knees makes her shiver, how tracing the shell of her ear seems to tickle her and how she has little dots of color across her nose that she calls freckles. I love kissing each one.

I also love kissing her mouth, invading it with my tongue and nipping at her lips with my teeth. She is so responsive to me.

Finally we break apart, after having been wrapped around each other for hours. We’re both flushed and panting and Kelly’s lips are red from our kissing. I stroke over her arms and stand up.

“I’m going to get us some refreshments,” I murmur, heading for the table. I conjure up some light snacks, crackers and cheese, some more wine and some fruit.

When I come back with the tray of food, Kelly reaches for a strawberry but I push her hand away. “I want to feed you,” I say, picking it up and pressing it to her lips. She gazes at me, eyes half-lidded as she opens her mouth, wrapping her plush lips around the piece and sucking the juices out of it.

I feel myself stirring to life again, watching as she takes every bite from my fingers, lavishing the fruit with all her attention. She licks and sucks my fingers as I feed her and I want to pick her up and impale her on my throbbing member right then and there.

We’ve done everything but coupling at this point and I don’t know how much longer I can last. I set the tray next to us and lift the goblet of wine to my lips, taking a long pull, savoring the delicious, deep, fruity taste.

Kelly mimics me and drinks her own goblet, fluttering her eyes closed as the taste hits her mouth. The wine I conjured is based on the stuff I drank in my former life—the best and most delicious. I indulged myself even more in my dragon life than I did as a dark elf.

Once the wine is drunk and the cheese and fruit are gone, I set the goblets aside and pull Kelly back into my arms. “You’re mine,” I whisper in her ear. “And now I’m going to show you how much you belong to me. I’m going toruinyou for anyone else.”

I lay her down on the furs, parting her legs and touching her to ensure she’s wet enough—that she’s ready for me. She swallows as she watches me and I smile widely. She’s ready.

Carefully, I position myself between her thighs and guide myself inside of her, the head of my cock plunging into her folds. Oh, gods! She feels incredible! I can feel her wet heat around me and I can’t stop myself from groaning long and loud.

“Angurus,” she murmurs my name, drawing my attention back to her. I move her so her knees are bent, positioning her so I can shove deeper inside. I press further inside, her walls soft as a petal on my cock. I can hardly hold back, I don’t want to hold back.

I want to pound into her, bury myself inside over and over again. I look down at her and notice that she’s got her eyes closed. “Are you okay?” I ask, tilting my head to examine her. Her breathing is shallow and fast.

“Yes,” she nods. “Feel so full, so good. Please, I’m ready,” she begs. How could I turn my little mate down? I immediately begin to set a fast pace, thrusting in and out of her as I grip her hips tightly. Her own arms coming up to drag me down for more kisses.

Our lips are practically numb from kissing at this point but I don’t care. She shifts so she’s matching me thrust for thrust, the noisy slap of skin on skin a beautiful melody to my ears.

“Angurus!” she screams my name as I hit the spot inside of her I discovered earlier. Oh gods, I love that! I want to make her scream my name until she’s hoarse.

I slam into that same spot, angling my cock to hit it with every roll of my hips. It isn’t long before I feel her walls begin to tighten around me.

“Come for me,” I order. “Come on my cock like a good girl!”

“Angurus! Angurust!” She calls my name over and over as she hits her peak, slick gushing between her thighs. It doesn’t take me long to follow right after, spending my seed inside of her as I climax.

“Gods!” I groan, stiffening and pushing as deep inside as I can. It’s my name from her lips that does it. I love hearing her call it out, calling for me and only me.

I all but collapse on top of her, utterly spent. We lay together, exhausted as we catch our breath. I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this with any other lover before. I want her more than I have ever wanted another.

She curls up onto my chest, closing her eyes. “You are...” she shakes her head, lips curling upward.

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