Page 61 of Dragon Exposed

It wasn’t nearly enough, and if he wasn’t going to fuck me hard and fast, I was going to take what I needed. I pushed my hips back even further, moaning out into the night sky as his cock filled me inch by inch.

By the time he bottomed out inside me, I was so wet, so needy, I could’ve wept.

“Fuck, Izobelle, your cunt was made for me to claim.” He pulled back just to slam in again, making my whole body rock forward. Once he was seated deep again, he leaned over me, cupping my breasts in both hands, and whispered, “I love you, mate. I love everything you’ve given me, and I will forever fight by your side, forever defend and protect you with my talons, my teeth, my body.”

His words sounded so much like vows, so much like he was making promises for our lives together, I stilled, looking back at him over my shoulder. “Levi…” I swallowed hard. “Take me to bed. Make love to me, face to face, so that I can see your beautiful eyes as you make me scream.”

He pulled out of me, immediately making me regret the emptiness, but he quickly scooped me up, carrying me through the suite without bothering to close the balcony doors.

As soon as we were on the bed, his lips claimed mine, a punishing, bruising, hungry kiss that made me writhe against him.

He was wearing too many clothes.

I grabbed the front of his t-shirt, irritated by the fabric, and ripped at it, pulling as hard as I could. Even if I didn’t have dragon strength, I wasn’t going to let a thin layer of cotton stand between me and my man.

The sound of tearing fabric seemed muted, muffled, against the intense barrage of his lips on mine, claiming all my senses, demanding all my attention.

When he rolled onto his back, he pulled me with him, so that I covered his body, his hard cock pressed against my wet heat, begging to be ridden, begging to be fucked. With a moan, I sat up, adjusting slightly as I straddled him, dragging my core over his length, soaking him with my arousal, teasing him. “Levi, you are more than I could’ve ever hoped for in a man, in a lover. In my mate. You make me feel sexy, desired.” I leaned down, kissing along his jaw. “You’re a warrior, but more than that, I love watching how you care for me, for your family. Whatever comes our way, whatever troubles we face down, we’ll face them side by side. Partners. Mates.”

As I finished my words, my impromptu vows to match his own, I reached down and positioned him, sliding his cock into my pussy slowly, watching the emotions, the heat, play out on his face as I took him deeper and deeper inside of me.

Fuck, having him as my mate was going to probably be the death of me, in the sexiest way possible. I wanted everything with him. I knew, even before I let him bite me, that being claimed, beinghiswould ruin me. But now that I had him, now that we were magically bound together in more than just a marriage, more than just a piece of paper, I completely understood why he said that mates usually died at the same time, or went crazy if they lost the one they loved.

He had consumed me, tangled our very essence together so tightly, there was no way I could see either of us being separate ever again.

I rocked my hips over his slowly, grinding down on his dick with every drawn out thrust, needing the connection, the touch, more than I craved the friction or the quick and dirty orgasm. I needed his lips on mine. His hands touching so much of my exposed skin. The pulsing throb of his cock deep inside me.

Levi seemed just as lost as I was, clinging to me like I was his life raft in a sea of pleasure, a sea of need. His kisses were so intense, they almost felt like they could burn my lips, scorch my tongue, and singe my throat.

When my orgasm started building, low and hot in my core, he rolled us, taking over the thrusts, his hips sure in their path as he drove into me again and again, his pelvis pressing against my clit in all the most delicious ways to make my knees weak and my core clench.

He broke our kiss on a groan, but it didn’t stop the intensity. If anything, being able to look into his eyes, to see all his emotions unguarded, made it that much more intimate, like we’d turned this hotel room into our own private oasis.

“Come for me, Izobelle. Let me feel your sweet cunt climax around my cock.” He rubbed the tip of his nose against mine once, before re-engaging that intense gaze. “Make me come with you.”

When his hand closed over my breast, his thumb teasing my nipple as his palm pressed into his mating mark, I lost it, screaming his name as I arched into him.

Every orgasm with Levi felt like he could rip my body apart at the seams. Every time I felt him let go with me, filling me with his release, I could’ve floated away, to be lost in the pleasure forever. If he weren’t my anchor, and I weren’t his, I probably would have.

Even as we started to come down, he made no effort to pull from me, no effort to move, like he needed this connection, like he craved the touch, as much as I did.

Only when he started to soften, did he move, scooping me up in one swift motion to carry me to the bathroom.

He sat me on the edge of the counter, using one of the stark white hotel washcloths to clean up the mess between my thighs before he leaned in and kissed my mound, just above my opening. Then he kissed his way up, taking his time to tease both of my nipples, before he finally claimed my mouth again, pressing as much of his hard body to mine as he could. “I love you, Izobelle.”

I pressed my forehead to his as I wrapped my legs around his waist, keeping him close to whisper, “I’m yours, Levi. Only yours.”

I wasn’t quite sure I could say those three little words, words I’d never said to a man I was romantically involved with, but it didn’t seem to bother him. If anything, it felt like his chest puffed up with pride, knowing that I was his.

It was a feeling I understood well. I wanted to take him out, show him off, make all the people who had ever looked at me like I wasn’t good enough, that I was too fat, too imperfect, to be loved by someone this intensely, realize that they could keep their judgment. Levi wasmine, and the mark I wore was proof that he always would be.

As he stripped me out of the lingerie, his hands constantly touching me, constantly keeping me close, I shoved the tattered remains of his t-shirt off his shoulders. He must’ve kicked off his jeans at some point, or maybe they were still a pool of denim on the balcony. Either way, once we were both naked, he carried me back to bed, careful to spoon us together close, away from the wet spot we’d made.

Every kiss, every touch, just kept that heat inside me burning, like a pilot light on a furnace, designed to always make sure that I was hot for him. It was soothing too, though, like he just couldn’t get enough of my body, like he couldn’t stop even if he tried.

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If There’s a Key, There Must be a Lock

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