Page 28 of Dragon Unhinged

Too often in my life, men have assumed I would be submissive. Too often they demanded it without giving me any reason to comply. But with Declan, it’s different. With him, not only do I want to give in, I crave his praise.

He doesn’t move, not yet. We just sit here, like he’s trying to get used to me as much as I’m trying to get used to the feel of him.

I’m not sure I even care if this is all we do tonight. Just having him inside me, feeling his hands touch me, his lips cover me in kisses, is enough.

This is so much more than I could’ve ever expected from a partner. Especially with anyone my father would pair me with.

When he finally thrusts up, I cry out, surprised at the intensity of it. The way my body contracts, the way I feel my thighs tighten around his hips, I expect pain.

But oh-my-god, does it feel amazing.

His hands guide me, up and down, slow but insistent, as if he’s silently teaching me how to pleasure him.

Or how to pleasure myself, using his cock as the most amazing tool.

If this feels half as good for him as it does for me, I have no doubt we’re not going to last long in this.

“Brianna.” Declan’s voice makes my eyes fly open and refocus on his face.

I hadn’t even realized they were closed.

“Look at me. Don’t hide those beautiful eyes while I make you come.” One of his hands swats at my ass playfully, but enough to make my pussy clench around him.

“How are you real?” I cup his cheek, rocking my hips in the same motion as he was guiding me in just moments ago, but faster now, like my body is winding up to something, like I need more with each thrust.

Declan shakes his head. “You’re the dream, Brianna.” He kisses me again, his tongue demanding as it presses into my mouth, and I feel so full, so deeply entwined with him, that I’m not sure how we’ll ever separate again. I’m completely consumed, completely his, and as we continue to rock together, thrust against each other, the ache grows low in my belly, coiling tighter and tighter.

When I come, I come hard.

So hard, I’m half-certain I black out for a second.

Declan’s right there with me, and for the first time since we started, I realize that there’s nothing between us.

Nothing to stop him from spilling deep inside me, hot and wet.

And right now, I can’t even begin to bring myself to care. I want it.

I’m his, completely, and as we swallow each other’s cries, each other’s grunts and moans, I know there’s no way I’m ever going to be able to let go of him.

My body shakes as I come down from my climax. Our bodies are streaked with sweat, my hair clinging to my neck and even a strand stuck to my cheek. I’m panting, still feeling my climax rolling through me again and again like it doesn’t want to give up yet.

Declan’s still hard, still inside me. He makes no move to disengage. He holds me close, and we cuddle as we enjoy our afterglow.

After a while, he kisses the top of my head. “I haven’t done anything like this before either.” It’s a whispered admission, something private and secret between us, and it makes me lift my head to meet his eyes again.

“You’re kidding, right?” I blink at him, realizing what he just said. Realizing the intensity behind it. “Why?”

“Why?” He chuckles, his hands dancing playfully along my spine again.

“Uh, yeah. You’re joking, right?”

“Not at all.” He kisses me again, softer this time, less needy. “I’m glad you’re my first. I’m glad I waited for you.”

“Same.” I rest my head against his shoulder again before asking tentatively, “We didn’t use protection. Should I be worried?”

“Worried? About what?”

“Pregnancy? I mean, I guess I don’t have to worry at all about STDs, if we were both…” I can hardly bring myself to call him a virgin. It’s such a juvenile description of something so primal. “Can dragons even get humans pregnant?”

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