Page 71 of Whisper Woods

“Well, why did you not say so?” Strong hands grip my hips and I grunt as I’m roughly rolled onto my front. I barely have time to orient myself when the same hands haul my ass up, Rafe’s scaled legs knocking my knees apart. “Anything for my kushinavya.”

Claws dig into my ass parting them for his tongue.

“Gods, fuck! Yes! Fuck!” Thank the Gods that my face is mashed into the covers because when his tongue drags over my hole, my shouts can probably be heard in the palace.

Rafe doesn’t relent, stealing the last of my spirit while he rims me, opening me up to take him. His tongue pierces my hole, fucking into me, tasting me. The growls and snorts rolling off him—those fucking little purrs and satisfiedhums—vibrate through my balls and my knot. It’s too much. Not enough.

Sharp claws bite into my cheeks, keeping me pinned as I rock and sway. I don’t know if I’m trying to get away from the overwhelming pleasure or closer. I’ve lost control of everything. I’m nothing but a floating wreck of pleasure. And need. I need to feel him in me to put me back together like only he can. I need it more than I need my next breath.

“Please,” I sob, finally able to get something out. I realise there is a damp patch under my face. Drool or tears, I actually don’t fucking know, but I rub my face on the blanket anyway, drying off the wetness smudged across it.

“For you, anything.” Rafe growls. For the seconds he’s not touching me, I regret my request. But then, his cock is there, slick from his sheath and the oil he had the sense to find. With his cock pressed against my hole, I feel the drizzle of the oil running down the seam of my ass, and the rough pad of his finger carefully massaging it around where we’re joined.

It’s ecstasy as he slowly sinks inside, my body stretching to accommodate his width.

I focus on breathing through the sting, feeling the bliss that ricochets through me.

“You take me so well, kushinavya. Like you are made just for me.”

I wish I could see him. See the look on his beautiful, beastly face as he fucks me into oblivion. I want to see what this dragon looks like as he breaks apart. Just for me. With my eyes squeezed tightly shut against the bed, I can see it, see how incredible it is. The way his eyes devour me. The fantasy alone has me tumbling too close to the edge. I clench the blanket in my fists and choke down the words I want to say.

That Iwasmade just for him.

That Iamhis.

Dangerous, stupid words.

I smother them with a grunt, and a long, drawn-out groan when he finally bottoms out inside me. The feel of the leathery skin of his pelvis is perfect against my ass.

“I fear—” he grunts, rocking his hips into me, “I fear I will not last.”

His palm smoothes down my spine to grip my nape, the rocking becoming more forceful thrusts with each second.

“Me. Neither.” I punctuate my words by throwing my hips back, letting the thrill of the moment take over entirely. “Take me. Fill me up.”

The hand on my neck clamps tighter, his snarl vicious and possessive. Rafe’s cock swells, his thrusts becoming erratic, frantic even, but it’s his hand squeezing my knot that sends me over the edge.

I call out his name with a keening, panting cry, my cock jerking roughly as I shoot ribbons of cum onto the bedding. He massages my knot through my release, unable to move with the way my ass is clamping on to him, trying to milk him.

When I’m a limp mess below him, utterly wrecked, he lets go, riding me ferociously until I feel his cock swell once more. He stutters, the hand on my nape releasing its possessive grip to instead pull my hair. The sting brings me back to earth enough to truly feel him cum inside me.

We collapse as one, our bodies locked together, his arm tight around my chest, keeping my back plastered to him.

I can still feel the gentle throb of his cock, matching my own. His fingers brush the soft hair on my chest, almost absentmindedly, a rough huff of contentment tickling my neck where his snout is resting. I actually think he’s sniffing me, but it’s not polite to ask.

There is a shift in the air and in the feel of him behind me, and then, the soft brushing of his lips—his non-dragon lips—where his snout once was.

“Was that… okay?” He sounds so unsure, I regret my immediate bark of laughter.

His hand on my chest clenches at the sound and I clasp the claws, bringing them to my mouth to kiss each finger individually.

His cock is still lodged deep within me, and I bear the scratches and bite marks all over my chest and back. There is only one way this could have been better.

But we’re not allowed to say that.

Not yet. My instincts whisper back.

“That, Rafe, was perfect. I want to do it again in the morning. Or maybe inan hour. Let me just have a rest. I’m kinda tired.” I wriggle deeper into his arms. I’m not lying. In the post-crazy amazing sex adrenaline crash, it’s hard to keep my eyes open. They feel so heavy. And being wrapped up in Rafe only makes it better. Cosier. Right.

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