Page 90 of Don't Fae With Dragons

“Good girl,” I murmur.

She groans loudly and pushes her tongue further into my mouth, but I pull back and spin her around. I hold her hands together, low rumbles escaping me as I move, and grab the belt from my pants at my ankles.

“Tell me to stop and I stop,” I whisper in her ear. I watch goosebumps spring up on her neck where my breath touches, and I growl as I whisper again, “Tap three times and I stop. Understood?”

“Yes, I–”

“No speaking,” I roar. She nods, already rubbing her thighs together to gain some friction. I kick her kneeling knees apart with my feet; she shudders and whines in response.

I thrust her up by the shoulders once I’ve bound her hands, spinning her to face the small sofa in one quick twirl. She gasps as I bend her at the hips until her face is pressed against the back of the loveseat, and I kick her feet even further apart so she’s spread completely before me.

“Further,” I bark out.

Immediately, she arches her back, shoving her face even further into the upholstery and opening her sex even more to me. One hand holds both of hers in the air, forcing her shoulder blades nearly-painfully together, and the other I use to press two fingers directly into her.

She’s already soaked, and I hum low with approval as I pound my fingers into the most sensitive spot inside her. Mili cries out, voice shattering as I thrust a third finger inside.

“Gods, Cory!” she screams.

“No speaking,” I order. She gasps a desperate, pleading gasp, but swallows her pleas and simply nods.

I move into a faster rhythm, my fingers in their exact same spot, and relish the sound of her cries as I begin to flick my thumb over her clit. She tries to pull her legs together, helplessly seeking relief from the intense stimulation I’m bringing her, but my legs kick them apart again.

Choking sobs of intense pleasure wrack her body, and I thrust, thrust, thrust my fingers inside her until I feel her reach fever pitch, spiraling into the most frantic orgasm I’ve ever brought her.

Mili groans with complete abandon as I continue my fingers pulsing inside her, begging without words for me to stop the relentless command I have over her body. Still, I don’t stop, flicking my thumb sharply from side to side on her clit.

Her groans turn to gasping cries as I push her into another orgasm, with none of the grace of the first, and her legs shake so hard that I nearly have to hold her entire body up by her sex.

Once she’s come hard enough for my satisfaction, I pull her hands back to me and plunge my solid cock into her. I don’t give her a moment to breathe, and I know it’s what she wants more than anything.

“You’re your own person, Milica, and I adore you for it,” I start, voice rumbling with control as I thrust hard and fast. Mili gasps and whines as I continue, “Buthere–here, you’re only mine.”

Mili chokes out a sob as I pump my cock brutally in and out of her, and I use her arms as leverage to keep her hips pressed firmly to my groin. Taking my whole length can’t be the easiest thing in the world, but I know Mili wants it – the ache, the raw need, the desperate taking.

Before long, Mili comes again, deeper than before. The surface orgasm I can drag out of her with my fingers is frenzied, heated, grasping – this is different. She moans, low and throaty, as her walls pulse around my cock.

I slow my thrusting for her, coasting her through the orgasm, then finish myself as I’m moving slowly through her. It’s soft and warm, like butter or honey – like Mili. Then I slow and, finally, I stop.

She sighs with relief as I let her hands drop to her back, and I immediately begin to rub slow lines down her back. She shivers as I do, so I quickly bend to kiss up and down her spine. Once our breaths have both slowed, I gently unbuckle the belt binding her and sit the both of us down on the floor.

“Blanket?” Mili whispers.

I smile wearily and walk quickly to grab her quilt from the bedroom. Once I’ve grabbed it, I let Milica sit on my lap and wrap it over both of us.

She sighs as I brush against her neck with small kisses, then she holds her hands out for me. I take them gladly.

CHAPTER 53: MILI

The next day, I’m sore. Not going to lie, it gets me wet just thinking about last night, though I’m not sure my vagina muscles can keep up. I want to work the aching muscles (and not just with kegels—my arms need it, too), and I’m halfway to the training clearing when my vision goes black.

“Milica!” a whispery voice says in my mind.

I reach around in my mind as the sound echoes. “What is this?” I respond. I see nothing, feel nothing –it’s all darkness.

The voice tuts softly, almost a hiss. “I’m offended, although I can’t say I’m surprised. You never paid me much mind, did you?”

Slowly, my body forms in this strange, liminal space. I feel myself spin, searching for a face to put to the voice. Then the voice –a woman, I think –laughs. It’s bright and tinkling, like shattering glass.

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