Page 56 of The Dragon's Captured Heart
He placed it against my opening and took me on his bed. I cried out, curling my hips to accept him as he filled me.
Words were of little consequence or use anymore. I must have shouted his name a dozen times or more as he moved my body, using it for his own pleasure. Yet, as much as he took control of me, he never neglected me.
A shockingly tender kiss here. A caress of the cheek there. A tiny smile through the smoke of feral lust. The signs that he was taking control of me to pleaseus. They never left his face.
I knew because I was utterly focused on watching him. Seeing the carnal primitivity as he stared back or watched his cock disappear between my swollen lips or my tits bounce as he slammed into me, shaking my entire body with each thrust.
Orgasm after orgasm filled me. At one point, I had three—or was it four—in a row. When I thought I was good, he rubbed my clit, forcing another one from me.
I couldn’t go on any longer.
Until I could.
I was sweating by the end. So was Cal, his body covered in a thin sheen, further defining his muscles.
Then he growled a deeper sound. Different. More intense. The fire in his eyes became a realflame, flickering up deep to occlude his human eyes from view as he erupted, filling me deep with his cum, pounding it in with every stroke as he came.
For me.
When it was over, we both lay on the bed, panting. Neither of us could talk. The intensity had stripped away everything, including our energy. There was simply naked bodies, fluids, and the need to breathe heavily.
A minute or two later, Cal groaned and pulled himself away, getting up. He disappeared into the bathroom, leaving me on his bed, dripping from between my legs.
“Here,” he said, reappearing just when I was about to say something and holding out a towel. “Do you want me to or?”
“I’ve got it,” I said, taking it and shoving it between my legs to mop up his leaking cum. “Thank you.”
“Least I could do.” He then watched as I got up and waddled to the bathroom.
God, I’m sexy.
“I know you probably feel awkward as shit doing that,” Cal said. “But the way your ass jiggles is just delightful.”
“Thanks,” I said over my shoulder, elbowing the door closed. “I think.”
Cal laughed then fell silent while I cleaned up and used the bathroom.
By the time I got out, his eyes were closed, and he was breathing easily. Asleep.
I laughed silently.
Men.
My eyes swept the room again. This time, I noted the pictures on the wall. Pictures of him and his family were most prominent. His parents, people with features similar enough that I pegged them as aunts and uncles or cousins, depending on age. His brother featured in many.
As did another woman.
She was tall, with brown wavy hair past her shoulders and a broad face that smiled easily. Given their poses, it had to be Noa.
I swallowed tightly as my eyes landed on one photo in particular. It was of Callum and Noa. They stood side by side. He was resplendent in an outfit with hard-cut shoulders with a white belt cinched around the waist to offset the black of the rest of his clothing. They were both smiling wide. But it was Noa who drew my eye.
Noa and a soft indigoglani.
I looked at the floor.
No. He wouldn’t. It can’t be the same one.
Could it?
