Page 40 of The Eternal Choice

Where Velenza is fierce and is obsessed when it comes to combat training, Grazia is more into ballet. Needless to say, our twin girls are the complete opposite of one another. Yet, they are inseparable when it comes to spending time together. They have a studio designed to fit both of their training needs and have been living together in one home for a little over ten years.

“We could,” Ernestino rumbles and turns to face me.

My mouth runs dry at the sight of my mate. Three decades together and our passion is still flaming hot. He’s wearing a tuxedo; the fabric is stretching his large, muscled biceps.

“Keep looking at me like that and we’ll stay home as well.” A satisfied grin slides across his face.

My heart flutters. “As if I would take it as a threat.”

I brush away both straps of my black dress and once it’s not held up by my shoulders, it’s easy to let it shimmy off my body and onto the floor. Ernestino’s eyes overflow with pure lust as he takes a step forward. His pupils flash to slits and back, making me aware his dragon is right at the surface.

Being loved by one man is enough, and if that man shares his body with a dragon, it multiplies the love. Every day he spoils me with an overload of it, allowing me to feel worthy, respected, and treasured.

A low rumble of approval vibrates through his chest. His arm comes up and his finger traces the lace covering my breasts. My nipples are hard and pushing against the fabric. He lets his finger glide down over my stomach until he hooks it on my panties and shoves them down.

My breathing picks up. The hot desire in his eyes is allowing my veins to fill with a tingling warmth only he can release inside me. I gasp when he teases my clit before sinking two fingers inside me.

“Wet for me, are you, darlin’?” he croons.

I grab the fabric of his suit jacket to ground myself. Man, does my mate look hot in a full suit. He looks good in anything, and especially when he’s in his birthday suit; completely naked. Naked or not, I just need him inside me right now.

“Why don’t you check with your dick to make sure it’s all for you?” I ask with a hint of challenge in my voice, knowing it’ll speed things up.

My gasp switches to a long moan when he slaps my pussy and sinks three fingers right back inside. “Don’t rush me, Lilliana. I like to savor the moments with my mate. We rush through life as it is, and at this moment, I chose to pause and focus on what matters.” He slowly pulls out and instantly fills me back up. “Wet. Warm. Tight. This pussy is mine to play with and I damn well will.”

No complaints. None. All I want is the pleasure only he can give me. Our connection intensifies the bliss and there’s nothing I want more than to float away together. All I have is a moan as an answer, one he understands and rewards me with a brush of his thumb over my clit.

My orgasm builds, and when he places his mouth against the crook of my neck another spark of electricity zings through my body. Lips brushing my skin, teeth nipping, fingers pumping; it’s an overload of attention. He presses down on my clit while simultaneously burying his fingers deep as he bites my neck.

The pull of blood leaving my body, entering his mouth, causes me to scream in ecstasy. The craving for blood to heighten the bliss is too much, and in a desperate need to taste him as well, I rip down his shirt to expose part of his shoulder to sink my teeth into him.

It’s a power trip. The ultimate high. Feeding on my mate, to taste the pleasure he experiences by giving me an orgasm. I let my head fall back and have my eyes still closed when I let my tongue travel over my bottom lip. I can feel his blood drip down my chin when his growl makes me open my eyes.

He’s staring down at me with guttural hunger. His fingers leave my pussy and I faintly hear the rustling down below,letting me know he’s unleashing his dick. His mouth slams over mine and at the same time he fills me with his hard length.

He swallows my scream of pleasure. His hands are on my ass, easily keeping me pinned to him without effort. He takes me while standing in the middle of the room, bouncing me on and off his cock with a hint of the strength he possesses.

I keep my hands on his face, drowning myself in our heated kiss with the taste of our mixed blood on our tongues. Bliss. I could live in this moment for an eternity, and yet it’s exactly what we can do. The ups and downs, the good and the bad, we can deal with all of it due to moments like this.

He impales me over and over, shooting sparks of fire through my veins. Pumping up another orgasm big enough to blow. And when the explosion finally hits, I take him along with me. Hot jets of cum fill me up, prolonging the pleasure and sating both our cravings.

Ernestino stumbles back. “Fuck, you slay me, woman.”

“Hmmm,” I hum. “Lilliana the dragon mate slayer.”

He smacks my ass, making me yelp while the bastard chuckles. Talk about post sex downers because my reaction makes his cock slide out. Followed by a truckload of cum sliding down my legs once I’m standing on my own two feet again.

“I need a shower,” I grumble.

I glance over my shoulder to see Ernestino snatch my black dress off the floor to wipe his freaking dick clean.

“What the hell?” I gasp. “I was planning on wearing that.”

The corner of his mouth twitches. “Wear the cream one instead.”

I narrow my eyes and place my hands on my hips, not caring at all about the fact that I’m only wearing my bra, and the semen still dripping out of me. “You did it on purpose, didn’t you?”

He shrugs. “Told you I liked the cream one better than the black.”

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