Page 42 of Power of Draken

She nods eagerly, breathlessly adding. "Yes, yes, like that," she says quickly when she feels me start to withdraw. I stop the retreat and give her what she’s asking for.

What idiot had thought her anything but sensitive and perfect? My cock is already so hard that I can feel each pulse beat through it, and it hurts to go slow. Still I take my time as I undo my flies and let my cock spring out, the pre-cum on its tip splattering the air with the force.

Rowan's attention is on it immediately, her eyes dilating. Her tongue darts out between her lips.

I keep pumping my fingers inside her and flicking her apex with the tip of my thumb, alternating the caresses from fulfillingly firm to feather soft. "You like my hand, but that's not what you truly want to feel," I say in a soft rumbling tone. "Do you want to feel what it's like to have your channel filled so completely, that you are stretching around my cock? Feeling pleasure surge higher and higher as I stroke it through your slickness?"

She nods, then remembers herself and answers aloud. "Yes. I do. Please."

“Good girl.”

There is little I want more than to bury myself to the hilt inside her just now, but I place my tip gently at her entrance and tease her apex as I ease myself into her. And stars take me, Rowan is a dream. Tight, slick, and already gripping me greedily with her channel. She wriggles a little, shifting her legs and pulling against the restraining hold Logan has on her hands. Her breaths are short and quick, her pupils widening into that semi-intoxicated bliss that I intend to feed. This is exciting for her, but challenging too.

"There is my lass," I say. "Doing so well. Taking me all in."

Pleasure flashes over Rowan's face. She enjoys being praised and damn it, I could do it all night long. I'm planning on doing it for a good chunk of it already, just to firmly erase all other possibilities from her mind.

I reach the top and she arches with a groan. "Perfect. You are the perfect size. I’m inside you now, but I want to eat you too. I want to lick up every drop of those juices that are wrapping around my cock right now, and not let a single one go to waste. Maybe I’ll do that a different time. It will be my reward for letting Logan go first without a fight." Her already impossibly large pupils dilate even more and I start moving inside her, in and out, in and out, with increasing speed. My hands go to her breasts, which makes Logan growl something about me not sharing, but I want this too much. Want to be all Rowan's for this.

"Wrap your legs around me," I instruct, and she does. She is so small that each of my thrusts lifts her off the ground.

I thrust harder and faster, relishing the tight grip of Rowan's slick channel around my cock. She gasps with each stroke, the sounds breathy at first, then louder. Primal moans of pleasure, intensity, and surprise. Her legs tighten around my hips, pulling me deeper inside with each drive. I can feel her muscles pulsate, her body trembling with the storm of sensations.

"That's it lass, let go. Let the pleasure take you," I murmur, my lips brushing her ear. I nip her, and quickly lap at the tiny sting to make the pain morph to molten pleasure as it spiders along her core. Rowan's eyes roll back, her lashes fluttering against her flushed cheeks. Her lips part in a gasp and her hands grip Logan’s tightly as her body tenses with desire.

My fingers find her swollen, sensitive apex again and I rub firm circles, matching the rhythm of my hips. The musky scent of Rowan’s arousal rises, growing more potent with each of our clashes. Her skin glows with sweat, the mixture of her scent and mine creating an intoxicating aroma.

I can't get enough of her responsiveness, the way her body chases the ecstasy I'm giving her. I want to wring every last drop of pleasure from her, make her shatter again and again. My thrusts grow more forceful, burying myself to the hilt.

Thrust, thrust, thrust. The sound of our bodies meeting fills the clearing, mingling with Rowan's soft cries.

“You like this, chaos?” I ask. I’m starting to pant now too. This is so good for me. I want it to be good for her. I want it to be the best ride of her life. “Does it feel good to be rutted so hard you can’t think? Does my cock pounding into you make you want it even more?”

"Yes, oh gods. More. Please don't stop," she pants, her hands escaping Logan’s hold to dig into my shoulders. I have no intention of stopping, not when she's wound so tight, right on the razor's edge.

Thrust, thrust, thrust. I plunge into Rowan’s depth with a primal need to bring her to the peak of ecstasy. I’m thrusting hard now, the way I’m learning she likes it. Just as I’ve learned to angle my hips to hit that spongy spot deep inside that makes stars explode behind her eyes.

“You are such a good girl, taking everything I give. And you like it, don’t you? You like it hard. The pounding. The rutting. You love my cock slamming into you over and over.”

Her silken walls clench around me, drawing me deeper into her molten core with each plunge. Rowan's moans turn breathy and high-pitched, her body undulating beneath me, seeking more. Rowan's nails rake down my back, leaving trails of delicious fire in their wake.

I capture her lips in a searing kiss, our tongues tangling.

"You're so tight, Rowan. So perfect," I groan against her mouth. "I can feel every inch of your sweet channel gripping me."

My hand dips between our sweat-slicked bodies to find her throbbing apex again. I circle it with just the right pressure, making Rowan cry out and arch off the ground. Her breasts press into my chest, the hard peaks of her nipples grazing my skin and sending jolts of need straight to my aching cock.

“Kyrian,” she begs. And damn if I won’t agree to anything with my name on her lips like that. “Please!”

My fingers zero in on Rowan's swollen, needy apex, rubbing faster circles around the sensitive pearl. She's so slick and engorged, that she is throbbing under my touch.

"That's it lass, chase that pleasure. Let me feel you come undone on my cock," I growl, pinching her clit between my fingers and rolling it firmly, sending shockwaves rippling through her core.

Rowan wails, her head thrashing side to side as her channel convulses around my cock.

"That’s it. Milk my cock. Let me feel you shatter."

A keening cry rips from Rowan's throat as her body obeys. Her back bows off the ground and her thighs quake around my hips. Her slick channel spasms wildly, it’s vice-like grip undoing the last of my self control.

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