Page 41 of Dragon King's Cursed Mate

“You are a good man with a good soul. We’ll defeat this darkness.”

Without thinking, he leaned forward and kissed her. Soft at first, hesitant, but then his hunger for her overtook him. She tasted like honey and orange. Every thought, every worry disappeared. There was only Seraphina.

Her fingers threaded through his hair as he pulled her into his lap, his hardness pressing into her ass.

He groaned against her mouth, his hands sliding back down her body to her hips. Every touch sent lightning exploding in his veins.

Dain’s fingers found the hem of her dark green tunic and pulled it off over her head in one fluid movement. He reached around and unhooked her bra. She stood, and Dain slid her panties off.

“You are so incredibly beautiful,” he said.

She pulled his T-shirt off and slid his jeans and underwear down to his ankles.

His hands spanned her waist, pulling her closer to him, her body pressing against his hard, aching shaft that was begging to be inside of her.

His teeth raked her neck, causing her to suck in a huge, deep breath. He gently pushed her onto the cot and straddled her.

“Look at me. I want to see your eyes as I take you.”

Passion and need stormed in her eyes. She licked her lips and touched his face.

He slowly pushed into her hot, wet center. She lifted her lips to his, and he drove deep inside of her.

Dain moved slowly inside of her at first. Her tight heat wrapped around him.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of her. A raw groan rumbled in his throat.

“You feel so good,” he whispered.

Her nails dug into his back and he thrust into her, harder, deeper, and faster. Dain watched the pleasure wash over her face. Her mouth opened slightly, and she panted as their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm.

She clenched tightly around his cock as a low moan escaped from her lips.

“Dain… This is… Oh, heaven.” Her head pressed back against the cot.

The raw need inside of him exploded. His fingers dug into her waist. He pulled almost all the way out until just the ridge surrounding the large head on his shaft was just inside of her entrance. He drove hard and fast into her core.

She swallowed a scream.

Dain couldn’t stop himself. He needed to claim her as his completely. Fire flashed inside of him as he gripped her hips with a fierceness that might mark her later.

“Mine,” he growled.

“Yours.”

The single word triggered something inside of him. Dain flipped her over roughly, pulling her hips up and pushing her shoulders down. The sight of her, exposed and waiting for him, sent a wave of pure heat through him.

He slammed back into her.

“Yes, Dain,” she cried out.

She trembled and her pussy walls tightened around him with each thrust. His rough possession of her made her cry out his name. She arched her back and pushed against him, her hips meeting his with every hard slam. Seraphina moaned and mumbled incoherently, and her center was raw, wet heat, squeezing him.

He leaned over and bit her neck where it met her shoulders—not enough to break the skin, but just enough to leave his mark on her.

Seraphina gasped loudly and cried out his name—her body trembling and walls pulsating around him.

He lost himself. With a loud roar, he drove hard and fast, deep inside of her, claiming her, emptying himself inside of her.

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