Page 49 of Pierce

I threw my head back and cried out louder than ever as another orgasm hit me like a tsunami, making my sheath grip him tighter than ever.

“Yes… yes, Jasmine…” His voice was a hoarse growl.

The dragon’s voice. One of his hands left my hip and trailed down my back, and somewhere in there, I thought I felt the sting of claws against my sweat-slick skin, but I had to be imagining it. He took my breast in his palm, kneading it, pinching the nipple until I cried out. Not for him to stop, though; I wanted more.

He pulled me up on my knees, leaning my body back against his.

One of his arms snaked around my waist and tightened like a vice, and he used it to move me up and down his impossible length while the other hand slid its way over every inch of me until it found my clit. I howled in almost mind-bending, unthinkable pleasure when he made contact, coming again.

It went on and on as he played with me, still fucking me like the animal he was, growing and building and wiping every inch of the old Jasmine away until I was sure I would die in his arms because nobody could stand that much. It would kill me.

But it didn’t.

I screamed until my voice broke, but it didn’t kill me.

And when his grunts got louder, faster, his thrusts harder than ever until he nearly broke me apart, I knew he was coming to the end. I welcomed it—not because I wanted it to be over. I wanted it to never end. But even more, I wanted to know I had brought him to release.

“Mine!” he roared in my ear, his breath as hot as his cock. “Say it!”

“Yours!” I gasped, letting my head drop back on his shoulder. “Yours, Pierce!”

He roared again, wordlessly, before latching onto my shoulder and biting down. It didn’t hurt. It surprised me more than anything else.

And it was all wrapped up in his final thrust, slamming me down on him as he slammed up into me, and my core clenched one more time as I came along with him. His arm tightened around me, and I dug my nails into his thighs until the spasms passed.

I opened my eyes only to see the darkness of the cell. Everything had changed. I wasn’t me anymore. I was myself and his mate at the same time. I would never be anybody else’s.

“Jasmine…” he breathed, touching his forehead to my shoulder.

I cupped the back of his neck in my hand and held him there while I fought to catch my breath.

“My Jasmine.”

“My Pierce,” I whispered.

It sounded good and felt even better. My Pierce. There was no question of ever leaving him. It was an impossibility. I raised myself from his lap and eased myself down until I was stretched out on the blanket.

“I’m sorry about your shoulder. I didn’t think. It came over me too fast.” He touched it with gentle fingers. “Your bad shoulder.”

“It’s all right. I’m all healed up anyway, and it didn’t hurt. What was it all about? Your way of marking me?”

“Something like that, yes.” He stretched out, facing me. He was still breathing a little fast. “I had no idea it would be that good, or I might have thrown you to the ground earlier.”

“I’m glad you managed to hold off,” I whispered, “or else I might not have wanted it as much as I did.”

“But you did want it.” It didn’t sound like a question, though I knew it was one.

He was too proud to admit his uncertainty—and the fact that he was uncertain at all told me what I needed to know.

He loved me.

For the first time, he worried whether somebody else was happy and satisfied.

I decided to make it easy for him. “I did, and I will again. Soon, if possible.”

“How soon?” He took my hand and guided it.

He was already hard again—and even though I should’ve been exhausted past the point of even thinking about it, my body responded with a fresh rush of warmth.

“I’m afraid this might kill me,” I smiled as he rolled me onto my back, settling himself between my legs.

“But what a way to go…” he growled softly before brushing his lips tantalizingly against mine.

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