Page 200 of Upon Buried Embers
“You’re not done yet.”
Before I know it, his hand is in my hair, spinning me around, lowering us to the floor. I’m hovering over his cock in the next moment, both of his hands now on my waist.
“Fuck,” Rohan hisses as soon as he lowers me onto him, and I lean on his chest, my hair falling on either side of me. He looks down between us. “Let me see. Fuck, let me see. Right now.”
With a shaky hand, I lift my dress up, showing him where we are joined and he thrusts up like he can’t help himself, causing me to gasp at how full I feel.
“Look at you, Little Whisperer, look at you taking all of me.” I do, my nails digging into him.
“I took all of you,” I breathe.
“Yes, you fucking did,” he says huskily. “Now, ride me.”
I rock forward tentatively, causing him to throw his head back, the mask slipping off from the way he pushed it up, and the grip he has on my hips is borderline painful.
“Keep going,” he rasps, his dark eyes meeting mine. “Faster, that’s it.” I lift up a little, trying to get a rhythm. “Just. Like. Fuck. Just like that.” His hips snap up, and I groan, my eyes fluttering closed as he hits something new inside of me. “You’re going to drain me,” he grits out, picking up speed. “You’re going to take all of me.”Thrust. “And drain everything I have.”Thrust. “The only thing you have ever had.”
I bounce on him, Rohan thrusting up as I go down. Our moans and groans echo around us, and the sound of skin slapping together is obscene, filthy, and I love it.
I love it so much I want it again and again.
I want to feel alive, I want to feel pleasure, I want to feel him.
“Rohan,” I manage to whimper, my hands clawing at him and he grits his teeth, tendons showing in his neck as he throws his head back, losing control.
“I will keep you forever, no one is taking you from me.” I gasp, my stomach tightening, an inferno ready to ignite. “No one, Little Whisperer. No.”Thrust. “One.”
I lean forward, unable to hold myself up anymore as he hammers into me, and another orgasm rocks through me as I moan into his neck. His hips thrust up, once, twice. On the third time he stills, hand on the back of my head, holding me there as his release pours into me.
“Fuck.” He moves a hand between my legs to feel where he is before he moves up to my clit, and I jolt at how sensitive I am. “You take me so well.”
I hum in response, unable to form words and he chuckles, gripping my hair and pulling me from his neck.
My dazed eyes meet his, and he brings his lips to mine, the kiss possessive and dominant. I wiggle, tightening around his length when he tries to move me off of him.
“Not ready to let me go?” he murmurs, placing my face back in his neck as he rocks me gently over him.
I whimper. “I-I don’t know why I’m so greedy.”
“Greedy?” He hisses, moving me faster and I hear our mixed releases, my cheeks heating. “There is nothing greedy about you,” he groans. “You want my cock to stay in you? Then it will.”
“But why do I want it there all the time?” I sit up, looking down at him, confused but enjoying the feel of him inside me.
“Because you finally met me. Now be a good girl and keep going until we discover how many more times you can come again.”
I bite my lip, and before I know it, I’m placing the mask back on his face. “Yes, Dragonbond.”
Forty Seven
Elf
I watch Rohan with the other Dragonbonds. The rest of the clans set off home many hours ago, making sure they’re back in time for their leader’s arrival.
The Dragonbonds don’t seem as intense this morning, more somber than anything as another horn blares for The Games.
I’ve been trying to ignore it myself, focusing on the ache between my thighs from last night instead.
My cheeks heat just thinking about it. I’ve never felt so alive, so wanted—no,needed. It was almost desperate, how both of us grasped for each other, scared that what’s between us is going to end, and in a way it could.
