Page 46 of Accidentally a Dragon Daddy

Her gasps and sighs became moans and cries as my tongue raced with her body to see which would make her wetter faster. Muscles twitched, and her back arched as I slowly brought her arousal to a peak. I kept it there, pushing her close, then slowing down. Over and over again, we repeated it until she was whimpering and trembling in my grip.

“Please.”

I hadn’t asked her to say anything, but the word came out as a whimpered, tortured cry, and it drove both my dragon and me wild. I plunged a finger into her dripping pussy, followed by a second, causing her to convulse while my tongue ran across her clit at the same time. Curving those fingers slightly up, I rubbed the perfect spot.

Hissed sounds were followed by the twisting of bed covers, and then Elanya cried out as her muscles jerked and writhed as she came all over my mouth. I lapped up the wetness eagerly, only slowing my strokes as her body calmed.

I never stopped. Light touches. Slow. Relaxing. I helped her calm down until her breathing returned to normal.

And then I started up again, slightly faster. Slightly harder. My fingers slid in and out of her sopping pussy, absolutely coated in her juices by that point. Elanya writhed and moaned, enjoying herself.

Then, like a light switch, her tone changed. She gasped a little harder. Moaned a little louder. I knew we’d pushed past the point of no return, and her body was preparing her for yet another orgasm. One I fully intended to give her.

When she came a second time, I didn’t slow down at all. I lightened the touch of my tongue, but that was all. Less than a minute after her second orgasm, she had her third. I grinned into her pussy as she cried out in that beautiful agony. My dragon roared its triumph at pleasing its mate. Then I let her crash back into the bed, gasping for air, her body flooded with endorphins.

Just as I’d promised. It was the first of many I intended to keep with her.

Eventually, her breathing calmed. I wiped my mouth on the back of my arm and then the sheets, needing both to clean it off.

Then I gently lifted her and placed her in the center of the bed before climbing in to curl up behind her.

“Damon,” she said as my rock-hard cock pressed against her, even tucked up under my waistband as it was.

“It’s okay,” I growled firmly and loudly, wanting to make sure she knew I wasn’t upset. “I understand, and I didn’t expect anything.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, still holding back slightly from the cuddle.

I frowned at that, wishing she would settle into me.

“Yes,” I said, meaning it.

To my disappointment, she rolled over. My eyes lowered to her bared breasts.

Perhaps not complete disappointment.

“I just …” She sighed, and I cursed myself as the post-orgasm bliss and golden warmth left her, replaced by a serious frame of mind. “This was fun. And maybe we can keep doing it. But that …”

“You aren’t ready for it to be anything more than that,” I supplied, sensing where she was going before she’d even said a word.

She nodded sadly. “I can’t commit to a relationship,” she said. “Not right now, at least. I’m sorry. I’m just not ready.”

“It’s okay,” I said, fighting hard to not bite my lip out of frustration.

As long as I can find a way to get you there sometime. Someday.

Then it will be okay.

But if not …

Chapter Twenty-Three

Elanya

“Again?” I mumbled angrily through my sleep-deprived brain fog as loud noises from the rest of the house woke me against my will.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

That wasn’t what had woken me up, and I shot upright in the bed, eyes wide, ears open, listening nervously to the noises coming from outside the bedroom. The bangs were followed by the sound of metal bits rattling against one another, more clacking of wood on wood, all of which was underscored by Damon’s muffled cursing.

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