“Oh!” I let loose a trembling moan, and he froze. “Don’t stop,” I begged. “I want you inside of me. All of you. Fill me.”
“I hurt you.” He strained to hold himself steady. Veins bulged along his neck. He began to retreat.
“No.” I bucked my hips.
Groaning, he slipped inside further. Sweat gathered along the edges of his scaled brow. His throat and chest glistened. Swirls of red, orange, and white-gold light spiraled up his horns and pulsed beneath his scales.
I felt a throbbing sensation inside my pussy. My muscles spasmed, going tense, and I almost came right then. “What…what was that?”
Another hot pulse.
Somehow, my core felt slicker, muscles looser.
He slid deeper.
I jerked, my knees came up, and my toes curled. Despite the tension in my body, my core relaxed further, allowing him to push deeper. I was fuller than I thought possible, and gods it felt good. “What is happening? Is that you?”
“Hmm,” he rumbled. “I told you myorehacan also bring pleasure.” A wicked smile curled his lips. Inside me, his cock pulsed, sending out a wave of heat and pleasure.
My clit thrummed and core tightened.Scorching solar storms!I was already so close to coming, and we had barely started. “This is going to kill me.”
“It’ll be worth it.” Another pulse. He thrust hard and fast, stretching me with another snap of pain and pleasure as he pushed fully into me. “Tori!”
Our shouts mingled, echoing off the high dome of the cave.
He met my gaze and rocked his hips.
“Yes.” I let my knees fall wide as he pulled back. When he thrust, he released another pulse. The vibration hit me everywhere. He moved again, slow at first, then faster and faster. Pull back, thrust, and pulse. I met him thrust for thrust, riding his cock.
He withdrew and shifted to kneel. Angling my hips, he hooked my knees over his shoulders and pumped into me, plunging deeper than I thought possible.
My eyes flew wide. I groaned at the new angle that hit in all the right ways.
With our gazes locked, he pulled back and thrust. His cock rubbed my g-spot with each pull and push. Hisorehaenhanced every sensation.
I looked down my body to where Thrash knelt between my legs, pounding into me over and over. The defined ridges of his abdomen flexed and constricted. His cock was wet with my juices. I glimpsed spirals of color before he thrust and released a pulse.
The slap of our flesh, the wet pull and push noises, and our heavy pants filled the air along with the musky scent of our sex.
“You’re amazing,” Thrash panted, his face and chest covered with sweat, his glossy skin shining in the faint glow of the lights. “You feel so good. Too good. I can’t wait much longer.”
“Please,” I begged. “I want you to come.”
“Tori. Fuck!” He jerked his hips forward, slamming his cock into me and withdrew, faster and faster, pulse after pulse. The heavy bedding bunched beneath my back as his pace increased. He pounded into me fast and hard, until I couldn’t keep up.
Suddenly, the sweet and spicy, completely carnal scent of Thrash’s pheromones ripped into me. Even though his hands were nowhere near my clit, I felt pressure there—a pinch. A pull where our bodies came together. My ragged pants matched the tightening inside of me.
“Come on, I can’t… I have to…” His pheromones surged as he sank inside me on a roar. Iridescent light erupted in dazzling spirals and swirls across his glistening, obsidian flesh as another pulse hit me. He released my leg and collapsed over me, burying his face in my throat as he moved his hips in fast, hard jerks, creating friction against my clit.
I dug my nails into his back and held on for dear life as my climax tore through me. A scream of pure, carnal pleasure scorched a path from my lungs. I shattered into a thousand pieces that were now floating somewhere in space.
Eyes closed, my lips spread with a satisfied smile, and I wrapped my arms around his broad back, pressing my cheek against his shoulder, his scales hot and slick with sweat.
Still breathing heavily, Thrash rolled to his side. He held me tight and pulled me with him, so we remained connected. Chest to chest, our hearts raced against one another. Until exhaustion claimed us both.
chapterten
dangerous dreams