Page 66 of Galadon
I stared at her for a moment as she blushed even harder. The fact I could do that to such a brazen and experienced female made me feel powerful. “Have you ever had dragon flames blown directly here?”
To punctuate my point, I pressed my palm against her, and she moaned.
“No.” She shook her head. “Is that possible?”
“I’ve heard of other shifters doing it to each other, but I haven’t tried it.”
“Okay.” She let out a breath. “If you like.”
I had a feeling she wouldn’t fight me if I held a blade to her right now. She was so determined to prove she’d never hurt me that she’d let me do anything to her. How could she possibly give me trust like that?
“The question is whether you want it,” I said. It was a test of her trust, but I wouldn’t do anything without her full consent.
No hesitation. “Yes.”
“Good.” I removed my hand. “Now prove it by keeping your thighs wide apart. Close them even a little, and I will stop.”
Rayna trembled as I leaned forward until my mouth was six inches from the center of her wetness. “Are you scared, slayer?”
“Nervous. This is new,” she said, but there was trust in her gaze.
I blew cool air, and she jumped with her thighs closing a little.
“Stay still.”
She watched me with her head raised, taking slow and even breaths. “I’m trying.”
I had a feeling she wouldn’t be able to keep her legs apart once I really got started, so I placed a hand on each thigh, putting slight pressure. “This is only to help keep you still, but you can tell me to stop at any time.”
“Okay.”
I inhaled deeply, calling on my heated core, and began blowing flames directly at her center. She screamed and bucked. I stopped and checked to make certain I hadn’t done any damage, but her skin was fine.
“The fire hits every nerve, Galadon. Like all of them. The pain and pleasure are mixed and so intense I can’t help screaming, but please don’t stop. It’s…incredible. The most amazing thing I’ve ever felt. If I can’t take it anymore, I’ll be clear about it,” she said, breathing hard.
Hmm, I liked that it affected her that much, and she enjoyed it. “As you wish.”
I began again, blowing harder this time. She screamed once more, bucking and clawing at the stone beneath her. I had to put more pressure on her thighs to keep them still, but she kept pleading with me every time I paused for a breath, not to stop.
To test her further, I opened her entrance with my fingers, using my elbows to keep her thighs down, and blew flames inside her. Her neck and back arched as she keened loudly. I didn’t relent, broadening my flames to consume her inside and out. She called to her God at that. Finally, she layutterly limp and covered in sweat, hair a tousled mess. I let go of her legs and rose above her.
“Tell me how you’re feeling, Rayna.”
She sucked in air a few times before answering, “You made me orgasm hard for five minutes straight. I don’t think I could move right now if my life depended on it.”
“Good thing it doesn’t,” I said and leaned down to kiss her.
It was slow and languid. More often than not, I went hot and heavy with her, but I wanted her relaxed and ready for what came next. Her body needed a minute to cool down. I kissed my way down her throat, paid homage to each of her breasts, and spent extra time worshiping every scar on her body. She’d earned them, and they were badges of honor. I’d never met anyone more willing to put her life on the line for others, and she’d made the greatest sacrifice for me.
Finally, my mouth found its way between her thighs, where she was even wetter than before. The flames hadn’t dried her, which was interesting. I ran my tongue down the middle, then lightly nibbled her. She cried out and gripped my head, signaling not to stop. So I licked and sucked, loving every sound she made in response until she was shaking as pleasure overtook her once more.
As she began to come down from it, I covered her body with mine and pressed my aching cock to her entrance. The look in her hazel eyes told me she was more than ready to be filled. I thrust forward in one smooth motion, and it was like coming home. That’s what her body was for me. The sigh of relief she let out let me know she felt the same. When our bodies were joined together, it was as if the rest of the world faded away.
“You’re mine,” I growled.
She wrapped her arms around my neck. “Absolutely.”
It amazed me how she didn’t hesitate to agree despite my own obstinacy to return the gesture. I took her slowly at first to build her passion up again, wanting to reward her for her patience with me in every way possible. Her moans fueled my desire, but I didn’t want to rush it. I needed to create a memory that we could share forever. So I dragged every moment out, each stroke achingly slow and even, until we were both on the edge.
