Page 32 of Dragon Lord
“If I wish?”He gave a strangled laugh.“Never mind.Mayhap it’s better if we don’t talk.”
“I don’t want to talk.I want you to take me like a man takes a woman.”
“Eini—”
She cut him off with a desperate cry as she surged up under him and impaled herself on his straining manhood.“Please.”
Her second cry was a cry of surprise at the pain, her tight channel struggling to take him.She clung to him, his large shaft only half inside her.
She squirmed.And Draknart swore when he realized that she was squirming not to get away but to take him deeper.
“Please,” she begged.“More.”
Sweat beaded on Draknart’s brows.“Einin.Sweeting.”She’d reduced his voice to a broken whisper.“Stop.It’s not too late.”
His arms shook.He’d never done a more difficult thing in all his dragon life than holding still as she rubbed against him.She was so incredibly tight around his shaft, her face so intent, her gaze burning into his.Her body moving, moving, moving.
“Einin!”
The power of the gods’ lust outside crested then ebbed.Draknart shifted his body to move away.
Einin gripped his shoulders, her eyes clear.“Don’t go.Stay.”
“You don’t want this,” he warned her.
Choice was important to her.She wanted to decide her own fate.Not only did Draknart know that by now, but he fully understood it at last.As a dragon, nearly all the choices in his life had been his—except for the goddess’s curse.Einin’s life had been the opposite.
He was never going to take a choice away from her.
“If you wish…” He held himself in rigid control.“If you still wish, at another time, we could—”
“I wish now.”
His body trembled with need.“You choose this?”
“Yes,” she said without hesitation.
“You would choose it even if the gods hadn’t—”
“Even if.”
A fierce, fiery pleasure spread through him.He sank into her inch by slow inch.And he died and was reborn at least twice before he was fully sheathed inside her incredible heat.
He needed all his strength to hold still so she could adjust to his size.His lungs bellowed.He wanted to talk to her, but he lost the ability to speak.He held back, and held, and held, and held, until tremors shook his entire body, until steam replaced his brain in his head, until all coherent thought evaporated.
After endless, impossible, torturous moments, he eased back, then forged forward, into her, all the way, again.They were both gasping for air, her tight sheath strangling him.The dragon inside him craved an urgent, violent coupling.Draknart reached for strength he could only hope he had, and he began to move inside her gently.
He glanced between them as he worked himself in and out of her, her juices glistening on his shaft, along with the smears of her virgin blood.A single, savage, primal thought drummed in his brain—she was his.She would hate that thought.He knew it, but he couldn’t stop it.He was too much of a beast.
He dipped his head and kissed her deeply and thoroughly, then moved his lips down her throat and drew her tight nipple into his mouth.He didn’t have enough restraint left to be gentle there, so he sucked hard.
She squirmed against him again, her hands on his shoulder pulling him closer once more instead of pushing him away.When he looked up at her face, her eyes were rolled back in her head from pleasure.
Another wave of the gods’ lust rose outside.
Draknart lost the last of his control and plunged into Einin as he craved.He took her roughly, madly, deeply.He ground himself into her, one hand holding her by the back of her neck, the other sliding between them to caress her swollen nub.
She spent with a cry that echoed through the cave, her muscles gripping him so tightly, he felt light-headed from the pleasure.As he spilled his seed deep inside her, out of his mouth erupted the roar of a dragon.
