Page 78 of Bride of the Black Dragon
“Please…” I whisper. “I need you in me again. Hard, this time.”
Xaren makes a low, feral sound behind me—a growl of need and restraint battling in his throat.
“I don’t know,” he murmurs, voice hoarse. “I don’t want to hurt you, little dove.”
“You won’t,” I pant. “I need this. Please…”
I arch my back, spreading wider for him, offering myself completely. I can feel my pussy parting with the motion and some of the cum he pumped inside me leaks out. But that only makes me want more of it—more of him filling me.
My need seems to finally get to Xaren. He moves behind me like a predator—slow…powerful…hungry. One big hand cups my ass, the other strokes my soaked slit, spreading my juices as he teases my aching clit.
“Gods, look at you,” he breathes. “Dripping for me. So open and ready.”
I hear the slick sound of his big hand stroking his hard cock—the heavy, ridged shaft dragging against his palm—before he lines himself up behind me.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he rasps.
And then he thrusts into me—hard.
“Goddess of Mercy!” I cry out, my hands bracing against the cot as he drives into me, burying himself to the hilt in one long, punishing stroke.
It feels so good—exactly what I need. Deep…harder…perfect. His cock stretches me wide, the ridges rubbing over every sensitive place inside me as he withdraws and thrusts again, faster…harder… and most of all, deeper.
The cot jerks beneath us with every slam of his hips. My breasts bounce and sway beneath me, my nipples grazing the rough fabric. I grip it hard, trying to keep from falling forward. I feel utterly claimed—utterly owned.
Is this how Drakes mate? I wonder, dazedly. Wild and fierce and unrelenting?
Xaren grips my hips like he can’t get enough of me—his fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to leave a mark—to anchor me. I love it.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Take it all, little dove. Let me in deep—let me bury my cock in that sweet, wet pussy. Gods, you feel so fucking good.”
I’m moaning steadily now, gasping every time he hits that spot inside me—somewhere deep and hot that makes stars explode behind my eyes.
The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the dungeon cell—wet, hot, and desperate.
“Goddess!” I gasp as I feel my pleasure spiking again. “I can’t…can’t help it! Xaren, I’m going to…going to?—”
“Come for me,” he growls, still pounding into me. “Milk my cock, little dove. Let me feel you gripping me while I fill you up with my cum.”
He reaches down and rubs my clit again, just the way he knows I love it—in tight little circles that push me directly over the edge.
I cry out as I come, my body clenching around him like a fist. He groans behind me and suddenly he’s swelling inside me—stretching me even more—and then I feel the heat.
His seed…his Drake’s seed.
It spurts deep inside me, thick and hot and endless. Flooding my womb…bathing me from the inside out.
“Gonna breed you,” he snarls, his deep voice dropping to a growl. “Going to breed that hot little pussy and plant a baby in your belly—going to make you mine forever.”
His hot words and the idea of him breeding me make me come again. My body welcomes his seed, drinking it in like nectar, desperate for every drop.
The pleasure goes on and on but at last, I collapse onto the cot, trembling, still gasping as he slides out of me.
Xaren gathers me into his arms, spooning behind me, his chest pressed to my back, his arm tucked protectively around my waist.
“Was I too rough?” he asks softly, brushing a kiss to my shoulder. “Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head, unable to stop smiling.
