Page 120 of Gift from the Source
His icy skin beneath my fingertips doesn’t extinguish the fire already burning in my belly. If anything, the little electric shocks I get from him only add to the intensity.
“Do as I said, sweet Willow.”
My fingers wrap around the hand holding my throat and I bring it to my mouth. I lay soft kisses along his scarred knuckles down his wrist to where his tattoos end.
There’s the smallest patch of skin that isn’t blemished by his battles or artwork.
It’s where I always wrap my own shadows.
That’s where I want my mark to lie forever.
With a final kiss to my spot, my eyes shift as they meet his. The desire burning in front of me has my dragon purring.
I sink my teeth in.
His groan wraps around me and all there is, is him.
There’s a small pinch of pain around both my own wrists, but it’s quickly washed away by unquenchable need.
His thrusts pick up as he pounds into me and I don’t release him. I keep his wrist in my mouth as stars burst behind my eyes.
As he comes, it drags me right over the edge and our marks glow.
I scream as an orgasm just as strong as when Draken and I did this rips through me.
My eyes don’t shift back as he kisses my wrists softly. His lips trail up my arm, neck, and finally they lie softly on my mouth.
“You’re my soul, Primary. I’ll wear this proudly.”
His sweet words nearly bring tears to my eyes, but my desire rises like a tide, and he sees it. He matches it with a dark look of his own as he carries me and passes me over to Tillman.
I always expect dominating and dirty words from my gentle giant. His secret, filthy side is delicious. Right now, though, he looks down at me like I’m precious. Worthy and strong.
He leans his head down and captures my lips in a devouring kiss.
I’m so caught up in him, I barely notice him laying me back on the couch.
His lips never leave mine as he pushes into me agonizingly slow. I was just spread and prepped for him, yet he seems to stretch me even more with every gradual inch that enters me.
Each shift of his hips is too much but not enough.
I’m growing dizzy.
His long, drawn-out pumps grind against my clit and every thrust goes deeper until I feel them in my gut. The rhythm of his strokes changes and my heartbeat speeds up to match it.
The buildup was perfectly torturous, but now he drills into me like he’ll die if he doesn’t get as far inside of me as he can. I’m on the edge of breaking apart.
At any moment, my body’s going to split apart for him.
And he’ll put me back together.
When my belly starts tightening, he lays his hand on it.
“Mark me, little warrior.” His deep voice makes me shiver.
“I need your hand,” I softly pant.
His element coats us.
