Page 21 of Hex and the Dragon
“All for you,” she gasped. “Only ever for you.”
He buried his face between her thighs, groaning like he’d been starving for centuries. His tongue was hot, decadent, stroking over her clit with slow circles, then flattening to lap through her folds, savoring her like nectar. Ivy cried out, her hips arching into his mouth, her thighs trembling as his tongue fucked her, curled against her entrance, coaxing her open.
He gripped her thighs, holding her still as he devoured her, one hand snaking up to toy with her nipple while the other slipped a finger inside her slick heat. She clenched around him, desperate and breathless.
“You taste like fucking magic,” he growled against her cunt. “Sweet, addictive—gods, Ivy…”
She was unraveling. Words dissolved into whimpers as he added a second finger, thrusting slowly, curling inside her until she saw stars. His thumb rubbed her clit in tight, focused circles as his fingers stroked her g-spot with precision no scholar could rival.
“Dorian—fuck—I’m close…”
“Come for me,” he ordered, voice dark and possessive. “I want to feel you break apart on my tongue.”
She shattered with a cry, her body spasming around his fingers as her orgasm ripped through her. Silver bibliomantic energy burst from her skin like moonlight, wrapping around his flames in swirling threads of glowing desire.
Before she could recover, he was on her again, mouth crashing into hers, letting her taste herself on his tongue. Hispants were gone, his cock hot and heavy against her thigh, velvet over steel, already leaking at the tip.
Ivy reached between them and wrapped her fingers around his length, marveling at the heat, the size. He hissed through his teeth, hips bucking into her grip as she stroked him.
“Please,” she whispered, spreading her legs wider. “I need you inside me.”
“Say it again,” he growled, barely holding back.
“I need your cock, Dorian. I need you to fuck me.”
A sound tore from his throat—half dragon, half man. He lined himself up and sank into her slowly, the head of his cock breaching her wet heat with a stretch that stole both their breath. Inch by inch, he pushed inside, filling her to the hilt, until their bodies were flush, her pussy gripping him like a silken vice.
“Fucking hell,” he groaned, forehead pressed against hers. “You feel… gods, you feel perfect.”
He began to move—slow at first, dragging his cock almost all the way out before slamming back in. Ivy gasped, her legs locking around his waist, nails digging into his shoulders as he set a rhythm that was both punishing and worshipful. Every thrust hit deep, her inner walls fluttering around him, drawing him in tighter.
“Harder,” she begged, biting his lip. “Don’t hold back.”
He snarled and flipped her over, pressing her face-down against the floor, ass raised high. He drove into her from behind with a feral rhythm, cock pistoning inside her, hitting deeper angles that made her sob.
“You were made for me,” he growled, one hand gripping her hip, the other sliding beneath her to rub her clit. “Every fucking inch of you—mine.”
“Yours,” Ivy moaned, pushing back against him, her body greedy for more. “I’m yours, Dorian.”
Her orgasm built again, pressure coiling low and tight until it exploded in a blinding rush. She screamed his name, magic crackling off her skin in bursts of silver flame. Dorian followed a moment later, roaring as his cock pulsed inside her, spilling heat into her womb as golden dragonfire flared around them both, filling the room with holy light.
In the aftermath, they held each other with the desperate tenderness of people who'd found something worth protecting in the middle of a cosmic crisis. Dorian's arms were warm and strong around her, and Ivy felt safer than she had since the Chronicle first opened in her hands.
"I love you," Dorian said quietly, the words carrying the weight of absolute truth. "I know it's too soon, I know the circumstances are impossible, but I love you."
"I love you too," Ivy replied without hesitation, recognizing the truth of it in the way her magic had responded to his, in the way her bibliomantic abilities felt more stable and purposeful when they were connected. "Whatever happens next, I love you."
But even as they spoke the words, Ivy could feel the Chronicle's presence returning, its whispers resuming with renewed intensity. The fragment had sensed their bond, had tasted the power that flowed between them when their magic and emotions aligned.
Such beautiful passion,the Chronicle murmured in her mind, its voice carrying smug satisfaction.Such perfect synchronicity. You see now how much stronger you are together than apart. Imagine what you could accomplish with my guidance, my knowledge, my power flowing through that connection.
"It's trying to use our bond," Ivy said with growing alarm, feeling the Chronicle's influence probe at the edges of their shared magical connection.
"Let it try," Dorian said with fierce determination, his arms tightening around her. "What we have isn't a weakness it can exploit. It's a strength it can't understand."
Oh, but I understand perfectly,the Chronicle responded with cold amusement.Love makes you predictable. Fear for each other makes you vulnerable. Already you would sacrifice anything to protect what you've found together. Already you would consider my offer if it meant keeping the other safe.
The truth of that statement hit them both like a physical blow. Ivy realized with horror that she would absolutely consider the Chronicle's bargain if it meant protecting Dorian from harm, just as she could see in his amber eyes that he would make the same terrible choice to keep her safe.
