Page 31 of Betrayed By Dragons

He pushes in so slowly I could cry, but there's no hesitation to him. I'm driven onto my toes by the impossible breadth of him, splitting me open like this. Filling me exactly the way I need to be filled.

"Rafe," I sob, pressing harder on my clit.

"That's right." He gives a tug on my hair, forcing me to lift my chin. I'm staring into the mirror at myself as I get fucked. "Watch me take you. Remember who you belong to. You're my mate, Ember--mine--"

"Yours," I babble, "both of yours--"

He withdraws only to slam back in, so hard it hurts, and fuck, it feels so good. I feel possessed and taken and claimed.

"I know," he groans, not trying to make me forget Jianyu, but reminding me that he'll always be right here, waiting for me--ready to reclaim me as his own.

I keep touching myself as he sets up a punishing rhythm, fucking me into the mirror. I have to turn my head to the side, my cheek smashed to the glass again as I arch back into his thrusts. The obscene sounds of rough, wet, messy sex fill the space, and I'm charging hard toward a climax that is going to turn me inside out.

Then Rafe's pressing his thumb into the space between where our bodies are joined.

I jolt at the probing touch against my asshole, my eyes flying open.

"Anybody ever had you here?"

I shake my head, mute in my shock, and a part of me wants to protest. Everyone says getting fucked up the ass can hurt, but at this moment, I feel so safe and held, even as I'm being taken apart by his enormous cock.

He presses lightly against the tight ring, and I wince, but he's being gentle with me here. He manages to slip just the tip of his thumb inside, and I cry out.

"You're not kidding." His voice is rough--maybe awed. "So fucking tight."

He holds his thumb still, even as he keeps pistoning with his hips. I expect the intrusion in my rear to feel weird, but it melts into a fullness that borders on pleasure within instants.

"Gonna let me?"

I freeze. I look at him in the mirror, and he's honestly asking a question. He's not pushing me to let him take my anal virginity.

But he wants to. Holy fuck, does he ever want to.

I swallow against the sudden lump in my throat. "Will you go slow?"

"As slow as you want, baby."

And I should say no. This is insane. Is there even any lube in here? I'm not taking it up the ass for the first time dry--as sex-crazed as I am, even I know that's a bad idea.

But I find myself nodding. "We can try."

He must hear the uncertainty in my voice. He slides his palm down my spine, gentling me like a skittish horse, and I shiver, soaking in the reassurance.

"One second."

He pulls out, and I sag into the mirror. My legs tremble uncontrollably, and I'm aching inside, suddenly empty in a way that sucks the breath out of my body.

I watch through slitted eyes as he takes a few steps to the side and grabs a first aid kit off the wall. My brows hit my hairline as he rummages through it and comes up with a clear little bottle.

"You keep lube in here?" I gasp, but deep inside I'm vibrating with anticipation.

He shrugs. "Apparently the Stone Kingdom thinks it's an important emergency supply. There are condoms, too."

"Yay for responsible sex. Now get back over here."

"Yes, ma'am."

He drops the rest of the kit and returns to me. He should look ridiculous, his pants slung low, ready to fall off his ass, his huge cock bobbing, but he's so sexy he makes it work somehow.

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