Page 38 of Dragon's Flame
He followed her direction hastily, and she shrugged the whole top down until she was sitting astride him, half naked and panting.
“What is this?” he asked aloud, and she shied back, thinking he meant one of her scars, a cruel one that rose over hershoulder, down onto her breast—but then she realized he was talking about her lacy bra, which matched her underwear.
“It’s so my breasts don’t get pendulous,” she teased, and he recognized it as such with a grunt.
“Does it matter to you?” he said, sounding slightly ominous.
“Yes?” she squeaked.
“Then take it off, quickly. Because I fear I would not be kind.”
Her hands flew behind her to undo the latch. She shrugged it forward, and then he gave a gasp.
“They are small,” he murmured, and Kenna had a moment where she strongly regretted the last fifteen minutes of her life, until he added, “But they are perfect.”
And then he picked her up like she weighed absolutely nothing and brought one in to suck. She gasped—then ran her fingers through his hair, moaning softly as he switched to kiss the other. His dark eyes looked up, watching her, clearly enjoying her pleasure.
“Tarian,” she whispered, fighting him briefly till he set her down, making him let her fiercely kiss him back. She felt him relent under her attention, but it was only for a second—because then he grabbed her knees and pulled her tightly to him.
From this new position, her hips to his, his interest in her felt inescapable, even more so when he growled, “Let me enter.”
She gave a somewhat frantic nod. “Yes.”
His eyes closed briefly, like he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard, and then he grabbed her ass to raise her up—so that he could reach between them and free himself—but Kenna knew she wasn’t going anywhere. She pulled her skirt up and yanked her panties aside, shameless. Seeing that made him make a sound—deep, raw, and almost wounded—as his hands clamped onto her hips to hold her steady.
And she didn’t need to know what his dick looked like beneath her skirt—it could’ve been as green as his blood, andshe wouldn’t have cared. All she needed to know was how it felt going inside her as he pushed her down, spreading her gently as his chest heaved and his jaw dropped.
“Kenna,” he whispered. “Yes,” he said, with a deeper voice. “This—this is right.”
And she couldn’t disagree. The lightning that had struck with their first kiss never faded—it only deepened, pulsing inside her now, stretching her open, heat pouring through her veins—and she made a small sound as she found his hilt and he bottomed out inside her.
“I knew it,” he said to himself. “You were meant for me.”
Then he took hold of her hips and started rocking.
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TARIAN
She was so quiet at first he was scared he’d hurt her, but then she sighed. He cupped her chin with a hand and dipped his mouth to kiss hers, while riding up and in, up and in, as she looped her arms around his neck. Her eyes were unfocused, so quickly—he ran a hand up into her hair, finding it somewhat tangled from their earlier flight, and bit her lip to make her look at him.
She snapped to attention at once.
“Are you all right?” he asked, and she blinked.
“I—I think so? I don’t know. You’re big—and I’m dizzy,” she confessed.
He stopped rocking and pulled her to him.
“It’s because we’re finally close,” he said, carefully removing his hand from her hips to stroke on top her hair. “It’s the bond. It likes it better when you’re close to me,” he told her, touching her cheek with the back of one hand.
“And not the reverse?” she said, pushing back a little with a pout.
“Maybe that too,” he confessed. “I don’t really know. I didn’t get much chance to experiment,” he began, his voice drifting, but she was able to pick up the thread with ease.
“Before Seris was taken away from you,” she said, and frowned.
“Please do not be mad at her—or think less of me. She’s the only reason I know anything about humans.”
