Page 31 of Dragon Lord
He told her the truth.“Aye.We might.”
A wave of pure lust cut off the reassurance he meant to add.Einin seemed similarly affected.She gasped, dropping to her knees, before Draknart could catch her.
“What…is…this?”Her eyes swam with confusion, her tone thick with desperation.
He reached for her to pull her up, but instead he ended up lowering himself onto the ground next to her.Best to save his strength to fight what was to come.The urge to rip off her clothes and mate with her was overpowering.Draknart growled, his hands curling into fists, his breathing labored as he leaned toward her, unable to resist.
“Pull your sword,” his ragged tone was filled with primal need.Never had he felt more like a wild animal.“Fight me off.”
She stared at him with lust-glazed eyes.Then a brief flicker of recognition at the bottom of her gaze said she finally grasped what was happening.But she was as powerless as he.With a soft cry, she threw herself into his arms.
His mouth took hers in a rough kiss.She let him in, but if she hadn’t, he might have used his tongue to force her already swollen lips to part.Nothing existed but his need for her, his urgent need to be inside her tight, wet heat.
He ripped her clothes away without stopping the savage kiss, and she clawed his naked back, not in protest but to urge him to hurry.
Virgin.Untouched.Will hurt.
The thoughts had no substance in his brain.The words like the mist over the meadows at dawn, there one moment, disappearing the next.He was so filled with lust, no room remained for logic or good intentions.
He pushed her down onto the dirt floor of the cave and settled himself between her legs.Her slim thighs immediately wrapped around his waist, her small but strong hands kneading his chest, then sliding down his rib cage.
“Slow down.”He didn’t know which one of them he was ordering.
Neither of them obeyed.
His swollen, throbbing hardness was poised at her opening, touching the wet entrance as she squirmed under him.
“No.”He found the strength to hold still.“Einin, sweeting.I want you more than I want to live, but we should wait.”The words hurt coming up his throat, as if they were shredded chainmail.
“Draknart, I need… I need so much…”
“I know, sweeting.”He wasn’t going to move.Not if staying still killed him.“Think of something else.”
“I’ve seen you naked more than I’ve seen you with your clothes on.”
“Not that.”
“You look different from the men in the village.When I look at them, I feel nothing.When I look at you, I feel warmth filling my belly, and lower.”
He groaned.“Are you trying to kill me?”
“I thought about it.I planned it even.”
“Good.Think about that.”
“I don’t want to kill you right now.”
“Maybe you should.Where is that damned sword?”
“I want to touch you.”
His arms trembled.“You’re touching me.”
“I want you to touch me.I want you to touch me everywhere.”
“Not like this.”
“You tasted me before.You can taste me again, if you wish.”
