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His control completely broke, then.He thrust hard and deep, dislodging the vibrator, pushing my body up the bed with each pounding jerk of his hips.He caught my hands, pinned them down, and this time, he had no trouble biting me.His teeth sank into my shoulder while his cock pummeled and stretched me.My legs locked around his back, and I rolled my pelvis, trying to meet his increasingly erratic rhythm.
He stilled.He spilled inside of me, hot as any fire.
And my dragon roared.
CHAPTER THREE
(Matthew)
I fell back on the bed, vaguely aware that I was still fully dressed but partially paralyzed and unable to do anything about it.I did pull the waistband of my sweatpants up, though.Dick-half-out was not a flattering look on anybody.
The vibrator was still running, and Charlotte batted it across the duvet toward me.“Turn thatoff.”
I grinned to myself and clicked the button.“Are you two not speaking?”
“I’m going to be not walking.”Her breasts wobbled with every harsh rise and fall of her chest.
“I almost killed both of us, then?”I noted the goosebumps on her arms and reluctantly sat up, grabbing the cashmere throw off the end of the bed and tossing it over her.
“Thanks,” she rasped.
“You sound like you could use some water.”While I would have liked nothing more than to pass out with post-orgasm weakness, I had Charlotte to tend to.Even if it hadn’t been an Ascend Red-level sex production, she still needed aftercare.
I got up and went to the minifridge in the bookcase.
“Hey, since when was that there?”Charlotte asked, squinting.
I brought back two bottles and unscrewed the top from hers.“It’s been there.You didn’t stay here long enough to find it.”
She didn’t have an answer for that.
I helped her sit up and handed her the bottle.She took a drink and winced.“I got cum all over the duvet.”
“Gravity got cum all over the duvet.”I sat beside her.“How are you feeling?”
“My ass hurts.My neck hurts.”She reached up and touched the bite mark above her shoulder.Red smeared across it.
I looked away.“About that…”
“Don’t worry,” she was quick to reassure me, clamping her hand over the area where a livid bruise had already started to form.“I asked you to do it.I wanted you to do it.”
“I get that.But I didn’t like it.”There was a difference between shallow bites of teasing pressure, like the one I’d given her at the end, and what she’d wanted.“I won’t be doing that again.At least, not in a way that gets blood in my mouth.”
“Oh.”She paled.“You’re not mad at me, are you?”
“No.We tried something.One of us didn’t like it.This won’t be the only time that happens.”I paused.“What do you think will happen if I did get mad at you?”
She shrugged.
“The first thing you asked is if I was mad at you over something I did willingly.To me, that indicates that you’re worried about making me mad, regardless of whether or not you caused the thing I would be mad about.”
“You caught me,” she said dryly.“You’re the first person to figure out that I’m a people pleaser.”
“I want to know what you think will happen if I get mad at you.”Had I ever given her a reason to fear me?If I had, I wanted to clear that up right away.“And I’m not going to get mad at however you answer the question, by the way.”
She laughed ruefully.“Okay.I’m afraid that if I make you mad, you won’t want to be with me anymore.”
“From being mad at you one time?”I clarified.
