Page 67 of The Soul of the Dragon

"In dragons, a baby is not conceived exactly as a human or probably a fae. Do fae have barbs?"

"Uhm, what?" I wasn't sure I'd heard his question correctly as my gaze had snagged on his hand continuing to rub his knot, and I'd been thinking about pushing him aside and touching it myself.

"A barb," he repeated. "Do fae men have them?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." I licked my lips again as a bead of pre cum oozed from his tip.

"I didn't think so."

"Huh?" My brain was on the fritz, but my body was taking over anyways as evidenced by my hips lifting from the bed of their own accord. I didn't even know what I was doing beyond the technicalities of sex and yet, I was half out of my mind with the need to take him in my body until we were both mindless.

Maybe if I took him in my mouth I could distract him from all this talking. He was never this chatty.

"You aren't hearing a word I'm saying, are you?"

I shook my head on a definite pant. "I can't think beyond this need. The heat inside me is building so high I'm going to explode with it. Is this what it feels like to have a dragon inside you?"

"Hardly. But you're right. Talking isn't what you need." He squeezed his cock harder and more of that creamy fluid appeared at his slit. "You're ready for this."

I wasn't sure if that was a question or not, but I moaned either way. The wait was killing me and my frustration mounted. Why was he hesitating? Did he not want to do this?

"What's wrong?" I finally asked, unable to hold it in any longer.

"I know this is your first time and I'm trying to make sure I have some measure of control when I enter you." His words were stilted, and for a moment I wanted to cry. I turned away so he didn't have to see the wet sheen in my eyes. If he didn't want me...

He must have seen the fear in my eyes because the next thing I knew his fingers were cupped around my jaw and forcing me to face him. "Whatever's going through your head, little beast, it's wrong. There's a big difference between wanting you and not wanting to hurt you. I've never been a gentle man in my life. I've been allowed to run wild, taking whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted and until now, nothing ever really mattered. But your heat...it's intoxicating."

Oh Goddess.

I reached out and touched his face in return. "I don't want you to hold back," I said. "I want you. The real you."

ChapterTwenty-Six

Isaac

"Fuck. Kitra. You slay me." I slid my hands from her face down the sides of her body and across the curve of her hips. The rough texture of my hands against her smooth skin lit up my nerve endings like nothing ever before. And when I grasped her hips tightly and tilted her into the position I wanted, she nearly lost her mind.

"Isaac. Hurry," she urged, her entire body quaking from the fiery need I could sense driving her. She grabbed onto my biceps and squeezed. She didn't have to urge me because I was already parting her with the tip of my cock.

Shesucked in herbreath as I pushed slowly forward. I was bigger than I imagined she could take, but the frenzied need rioting through her core told me otherwise and as I stretched and stretched her, she cried for more.

Mycontinued movements forward were agonizingly slow, and by the time I was most of the way in we were both shaking from the strain of holding back. Sweat coated my brow as I held her gaze the entire time until finally I pushed the rest of the way in.

Herbody strained to accommodate me and I sensed how precariously I rode the fine line between pain and pleasure with her. She struggled for breath, but that didn't mean she didn't want more as she greedily pushed her hips up to mine to increase the friction.

"If you don't move, I'm going to kill you," she growled through gritted teeth.

A dark laugh erupted from me. "That's all I needed to hear, little beast." I drew back out, shifted my hips, and pushed back in a smooth, steady pace this time. Not hard, but not slow either. When my hips met hers, I angled myself a little differently to add just the right amount of friction to her clit to render her mindless.

"Goddess yes," she cried out. "More. Please"

Icontinued my strokes in and out as her heat built to an impossible high. My nerves wound tight and I could feel we were both on the precipice of something big, but we weren't quite there. There was something missing. I quickened my pace and she met me thrust for thrust, no longer thinking about pain or consequences or anything beyond the pure pleasure of my cock stroking in and out of the tightest pussy I’d been given the pleasure to explore. I swear I’d never felt anything quite like this.

I purred in her ear, the sound vibrating across both of our bodies as I coaxed her impossibly higher.

“Those ridges,” she gasped. “Is that what is causing this? It feels so good. It’s as if they are touching my core.”

“As if they were designed for your pleasure,” I crooned as I twisted my hips.

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