Page 68 of Tempting Her Dragons

“Say it if you have any reservations,” he commands.

“I will.” I appreciate the reminder.

“If I’m too rough, say it,” he continues.

“Yes, King,” I say.

“I want you to come on my fingers before my cock,” he says. “Put your hands on the rock behind you,” he demands.

I like touching him, but I don’t argue. “Yes, Sir,” I whisper and move my hands, cupping the rock at my sides.

“Good,” he rumbles. I look down my nose as he barely grazes his fingers from my neck, between my breasts, and circles one covered nipple and then the other. “You’re so soft.” He continues down my stomach, under the water, and traces my belly button. I tremble. “Do you know how hard it is to sleep next to you and not take you?” He doesn’t expect an answer. “I’ve wanted inside this pussy since I smelled you.” He thrusts his fingers in me, and I throw my head back.

“Yes,” I gasp and move.

“Fuck, Firefly.” His other hand covers mine. “So warm. Burn me with your fire.” He adds a finger, and I squeeze my eyes closed. “You are perfect.” The water splashes around us as I move my hips.

“Please,” I beg. The pressure is already building, my stomach tightening.

“Open your eyes,” he growls. I do, and the ache intensifies because of the desire on his face. “Keep them on mine.”

“Yes, Sir,” I groan. His fingers are warm, and his dragon is causing his skin to heat, bringing me more pleasure.

“You need to get there,” he says, gritting his teeth. “I need to fuck you.” His thumb swirls against my clit, and my mouth opens. “Fuck, yeah.” He does it again, and I want to close my eyes at the feeling of bliss.

“Shit.” My toes dig into the sand. “King.”

“Do you want my cock?” he asks, his fingers thrusting fast.

“Yes.” My ass hits the rock from the force of our movement.

“Then you need to come,” he rasps. His free hand moves and he roughly jerks my top to the side to uncover my breast. He licks my nipple, and it sends me over. “Yes,” he hisses. “Good girl, suck my fingers.” Waves of euphoria rush over me.

“King, Sir,” I cry, the movement of my hips out of my control. His thumb strokes fast over my clit, wringing every ounce of pleasure from the orgasm. The breath rushes in and out of my lungs as he slows, and my body stops all movement.

“Beautiful,” he says softly, cupping the side of my face.

“King,” I whimper, sated yet ready to be one with him.

“Ready, Firefly?” he asks.

“Yes.” He wraps one arm low around me.

“Legs around my waist,” he demands and lifts me. I hiss at the first touch of his cock brushing against me. “Lock your ankles.” His jaw ticks when I do. “Hold the fuck on.” I cup his neck and lace my fingers. He fills me with one thrust. “Fuck,” he growls and stills.

“King,” I gasp. I don’t have much experience with male anatomy, but I don’t think his size is normal. The stretch is extreme but feels right.

“You good?” he asks through gritted teeth.

“Yes, Sir,” I assure him. It’s taking some adjustment, but I need him to move.

“You’re soft inside, too,” he says, kissing me. “You feel like mine.” He grips my thigh. “Are you mine, Firefly?”

“Yes, King. Sir, I’m yours,” I promise. I try to move, but he holds me immobile. “King,” I growl.

“It’s going to be fast,” he warns. “You feel too fucking good to go slow.”

“Please.” I lower my head and suck the skin on his neck. “Please,” I repeat.

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