Page 18 of Her Fierce Dragon
He wanted her to shatter in his arms.
He wanted to hear her scream his name. It had been a few hours since the walls of her pussy had surrounded his cock.
That was too long.
He held her full breast, loving how it filled his large hand. His fingers encircled her taut nipple and pinched it tight. He continued to strum her clit, wanting to bring her to completion.
“Right now, I don’t want to talk about that. I want to hear you scream.”
“Oh God. I’m close. Please,” she gasped and thrust her hips against his hand.
“Please what?” He bit her a little harder on the shoulder, not breaking skin, but enough to hear his dragon roar, wanting to claim her.
“Feno!” she cried out.
Her body drew tense. His cock pushed painfully against his jeans. He watched her fall apart in his arms. He couldn’t take his eyes off her in the mirror in front of them. He loved the expressions that fluttered across her face as she rode out her orgasm.
She grew quiet and leaned back against him. He dipped his finger again in the moisture that coated her labia. The smell of her release lingered in the air. He withdrew his finger from her pussy and brought it up to his lips, finding her eyes on him. He licked his fingers clean.
“Turn around.” He unbuckled his belt.
She silently followed his command. He didn’t need to say another word. She knelt on the floor in front of him and helped free his aching cock. It pleased him that his mate knew what he wanted without him even having to say anything.
He hissed; her small hands freed his cock from his pants. It was thick and long and ready to feel her wrap her lips around it.
She ran her hand along the length of him, bringing the head to her lips. She trailed her tongue up his shaft, tracing the vein that was prominent on the underside.
His muscles tensed. She slipped the head of his cock into her mouth. His head dropped back, and she slid him in farther. He reached down and threaded his fingers in her hair. She pulled back. Her hand glided along him, and she guided him gently in and out of her hot mouth.
“Willow,” he growled.
His head snapped back to where he could look down at her. Ecstasy was etched on her face. She concentrated on sucking him off. He used both of his hands to grip her face.
“Open your mouth wider.”
He had to take over.
Not that he didn’t like his little witch sucking him off, but he needed to fuck her mouth. He could feel his orgasm building. His legs trembled, and he thrust his cock deep in her mouth. Her eyes met his, and she took him deep.
A moan was ripped from the depths of his chest.
Her mouth was perfect.
She was perfect.
His balls drew up to his body. The familiar electric current raced through him.
“Willow. I’m close,” he gasped, his hips pumping faster.
His mate was handling him just as he knew she would be able to. The feel of her hands cupping his sac was enough to send him over the edge. He roared, his release shooting out and down her throat. His chest rose and fell fast, and he tried to catch his breath.
She gently cleaned his cock with her tongue while she stared up at him. He smiled down at his little witch. She took care of him, then he helped her up to meet him so he could kiss her.
His lips met hers. His brother would have to wait. He had to have his woman again. He lifted her in the air, and her legs wrapped around his waist. He carried her over to the bed.
Yes, Vander would have to wait.
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