Page 165 of Her Tortured Beasts

I can finally say that old wives tale about dragons is true.

Xander’s head tilts back, and he lets out a cry, his entire body vibrating as I allow him inside of me.

“Don’t come,” I warn. “Until I say so.”

He breathes hard and I enjoy watching him fight the pleasure, eventually looking back at me. Slowly, I reach for the hem of my chemise, watching his eyes widen as I pull it up and over my head.

“You’re going to kill me,” he breathes, rubbing circles on my hips with his thumbs. “I’m going to die today, Aurelia.”

I run my hands up his body, working my way up, watching him tremble, then vibrate as I lean over him, pressing myself against his chest. I lick up his neck. “So dramatic,” I murmur against his skin.

“Aurelia,” he moans. “Please.”

“Please, what?” I whisper over his mouth. I raise my ass, almost groaning at the feel of extracting him from me. “What if I told you that was it?” I unsheathe him further, his head now the only part of him inside me. I tease it a little, fucking it just enough to elicit a moan from him.

“Don’t,” he growls, eyes flashing the deepest gold I’ve seen yet. “Please don’t take it out.”

My confidence grows. “Such good manners.”

His throat rumbles. “I want another kiss. Please.”

I ease his cock back into me, slowly, because he’s far too big for a hard fucking. “I said it was just the one, remember?”

“You’re going to kill me,” he moans. “I might already be dead. I don’t think you healed me, I think you sent me?—”

I suck on his lower lip to shut him up and he reciprocates immediately, his tongue slipping into my mouth, demanding to taste, to explore. Pulling back, I say, “Run your hands up my back.” He does so and I let him feel me as I grind my clit against him, then gently fuck his massive girth.

It’s difficult work, given my sore leg and his size. Eventually I straighten, placing my palms on his chest, riding him. My thighs burn as I look down at him. His jaw is clenching and unclenching, his hands supporting my hips.

“Fuck me,” I say.

“Come here,” he groans, pulling me down on top of him. He rolls us onto an angle so he’s not quite on his side and I’m wrapped around him, my right leg supported on his hip.

It’s then that one of his earphones falls out. It lands between us and I pick it up. He’s staring at it like he hates the thing.

“Take the other one out,” I say.

He takes a deep breath and does so. There’s a moment of silence then, when he’s inside of me and there’s no music in his ears except the sound of the both of us panting.

Then Xander wraps his arms around me, buries his nose in my neck and thrusts into me like it’s the last time he’ll do so.

I cry out, folding my arms around him and brushing his hair away from his neck. The side where the mating mark used to be.

Xander whimpers as he sheathes himself fully in me and stops there, his entire body vibrating.

“It’s alright,” I whisper. He pulls his face out of the crook of my shoulder and looks down at me, something shining in his golden orbs. Regret, shame, guilt…and something else too.

Even unable to hear his thoughts, I know what he’s thinking. I give him a small smile and brush a finger over the side of his neck, sketching the mark we once shared. “See? I drew it back on.”

He falls over me again, this time pressing his lips to my neck, for once, unable to find the words as he fucks me, slowly, with long, languid strokes, my clit grinding against him with each thrust, his lips fluttering over my sensitive neck. He fills my body so completely, I gasp in wonder at the stretch, at the way my body adapts to his size and the way I soak him so completely it’s not long before every thrust makes a satisfying sound.

“I want to come inside of you, Aurelia,” he groans against my skin. “I want to fill your womb with so much of my cum that you’ll be full of it for days, so that there won’t be space foranyone else. I want to keep you in my lair and feed you and heal you and fuck you for days. It wasn’t enough time, Aurelia.” His voice lowers into his guttural dragon form as he continues that deep languid thrust. “I want you soaking in my cum at all times. I want your pussy to be drippingmeevery second of the day, and I want to taste every part of your skin while you’re covered in the jewels I brought you, on a bed of gold that I made. I want that for eternity and whatever comes after that.”

My body spasms as I explode into a bunch of multicoloured sparkles the colour of Xander’s eyes. I’m nothing but fractals of myself, floating above our bodies; pleasure and pressure make me scream around him.

Xander thrusts into me deeply and comes right against my cervix like he wanted, holding me tight and emptying himself with stuttering, short thrusts.

The dragon eases back. Tucking my hair behind my ear as he searches my gaze. “We should stay like this forever,” he breathes.

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