Page 79 of Bride of the Black Dragon
“No. It was… it was perfect. It’s what I needed. What my body wanted.”
He grunts.
“It’s that damn tea. That stuff would make a nun beg to be fucked.”
I laugh weakly, still slightly breathless.
“Well, I’m certainly no nun—not after all that,” I point out.
“No, you’re not. You’re mine.” His voice deepens into a possessive growl as he pulls me closer. “And I never want to let you go, little dove.”
41
ELAINA
We lie curled together in the dim cell, our breaths finally slowing, our bodies tangled and slick with sweat and satisfaction.
Xaren’s arm is draped protectively over my waist, anchoring me to his big body as I snuggle close to him. I can feel the steady thump of his heart beneath my cheek and the rise and fall of his chest with each breath. One of his massive hands is tangled in my hair, the other resting on the curve of my hip.
I could stay like this forever.
His Drake’s eye glows softly now—less feral and more… present. It’s a molten gold ember in the shadows…watching me.
I trail my fingers over the ridges of his chest, the hard muscle beneath his scars. His skin is warm again—the kind of warmth that seeps into you and chases the cold out of your bones. It reminds me of the first time I slept in his bed and woke up curled against him.
“I can feel him,” I whisper. “Your Drake—he’s here with us now.”
Xaren hums low in his throat.
“He likes you,” he murmurs. “You make him feel… safe. Wanted.”
“I do want him,” I whisper, lifting my head. “I want both of you.”
I kiss his chest…then his throat…then higher, until I’m looking into his eyes.
I see the man and the beast both, mirrored in his mismatched gaze. And they’re both looking at me like I’m something precious—something theirs.
I want to belong to him—to both of them. I want him in me again.
“Xaren,” I murmur and press myself against him.
He shifts over me slowly, the hard line of his cock nudging against my thigh, already half-hard again despite everything we just did.
“Elaina…” His voice is low, reverent. “Are you sure you want?—?”
I cut him off with a kiss.
“Yes,” I breathe. “I want to make love with you—not just fuck you. This time I want it slow.”
He kisses me again, softer this time, and I wrap my arms around his neck as he settles his weight over me. I spread my legs wide to take him in. His body is so big, so solid—but he’s careful, holding himself up on his elbows, bracing so he doesn’t crush me.
I reach between us, finding the thick, ridged shaft of his cock—so hot and smooth and alien. It twitches in my hand as I guide it to my slick entrance.
He groans as he sinks into me, inch by careful inch.
This time, there’s no urgency—no frantic thrusts. Just the delicious fullness of him entering me slowly…his hips settling against mine and our bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces.
I gasp as he bottoms out inside me, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively, pulling him closer.
