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Jasmine

I didn’t care anymoreif it meant upsetting my uncle or the clan. I didn’t care about going back home.

Leaving the cave had been the hardest decision I’d ever made—and I was glad he caught me.

It wasn’t until he did that I realized how much I’d wanted him to. I didn’t want to leave him, not really. I only wanted to make it easier for all of us.

It didn’t matter when he stood so close to me, touching my face and staring into my eyes. It didn’t matter when every instinct pushed me closer to him. Some much deeper need existed in my soul, a need I hadn’t known existed before I met him. A need only he could fill.

“I need you,” I whispered again, and I wrapped my legs around his waist when he lifted me in his arms.

It felt so right, wrapped up in him like that. I held his face in my hands and kissed him hard enough to make my lips sting.

He growled in response, forcing them apart to thrust his tongue inside as he had earlier. And just like earlier, a flood of warmth spread between my thighs and a delicious ache sparked there.

His hands cupped my butt as he carried me back into the cave, to the cells where I had first stayed.

My fingers dug into the muscles of his shoulders and back—he was so big, so beautifully thick and hard as the rock all around us. But warm, moving, breathing.

His body was carved perfection, and just as massive in its human form as it was when he was the dragon.

He didn’t let go of me. Instead, he lowered us both to the blankets and stretched out on top of me.

I wanted my clothes off. I had to touch all of him with all of me.

He peeled off the sweatshirt, the t-shirt, the oversized pants from his closet. His hands slid over my body, and every inch he touched sent me closer to the edge of utter bliss. I closed my eyes, letting my head roll helplessly from side to side as he swept me up in passion.

“So beautiful,” he growled, his lips skimming my curves.

My thighs, my hips. My stomach. His mouth closed over one nipple, drawing it up into a point before biting it playfully. Or not-so-playfully. The dragon wanted satisfaction, too. It didn’t matter who did it because my body responded just as strongly either way.

I arched my back, giving him more of me. All of me.

His mouth left my skin, and his eyes met mine. Even in the almost total darkness, I could just make out their gleam. Or were they the dragon’s eyes?

“I want you. Now.”

I barely recognized his voice. It was like being in the cell with an animal. Instead of frightening me, the thought sent fresh wetness flowing between my already swollen, tender folds.

“Yes,” I gasped, letting him roll me onto my knees.

The power in those muscles of his, the strength. He maneuvered me like it was nothing. I barely made out the sound of tearing cotton as he shredded my panties. His hands gripped my hips as something wide and hot and hard slid through my slick cleft.

I let out a cry of pure, unbridled lust when I felt that blessed pressure, a cry which turned into a scream of pleasure as he pushed his way inside me. Instantly, my body clenched around him as an orgasm washed over me, leaving me gasping and moaning even as it surprised me with its speed.

He didn’t wait for me.

It was just as hard and fast and urgent as he had promised. His fingers pressed into my hips and held me steady as he pumped in and out, ramming his length inside me until our bodies slapped together in a furious rhythm.

I gave myself over to it. All my passion, everything in my soul, all of it. I let go of myself and stopped thinking of anything but what he was doing to my body. And the deepening connection of our souls.

It was like the dragon was in the cell with us.

A roaring filled the air, overlapping with my grunts and squeals of pleasure. He filled me so completely, almost to the point of pain just like the way he held me so tight was almost painful. But not quite. And I liked it.

My body responded to it. So did the deeper, darker part of me that he unlocked.

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