Page 28 of Taken By the Dragon Prince (Dragon Lords 4)

Her jaw dropped and he knew how possessive he’d just sounded. Yet her gaze liquefied with desire, as if she liked his intense declaration.

He leaned down to kiss her then, a soft, tender caress of his lips over hers that doubled in intensity with each breath. When he broke away, her eyes sparkled with desire. Mesmerizing. “Are you ready for me, love?”

Lungs heaving, she nodded. He fingered her again until her eyes grew heavy once more and her pulse hastened. When he had her squirming and mindless, he probed her with his shaft, coating himself in her wetness. Even that small contact provided mind-blowing bliss.Go slow. Don’t hurt her.

Trembling, shameless with need, she rocked her hips impatiently. “Please, Khalstorm. This is torment. I need you now.”

He replied gruffly, “I guarantee you the wait has me suffering more than you. Lie still. Relax.” Locking gazes, he slowly surged forward, feeling her sheath giving way for him. She was hot and slick but . . . “Gods you’re tight.” A little crease formed between her brow. “Does it hurt?”

“No,” she panted. “I just feel pressure. Is this all there is?”

He held back a chuckle at the sound of her disappointment. “We’ve barely started, love. There’s much more to come.”

She wiggled her hips as if to say “Well, get on with it.”

“Impatient little thing.” He gave her another inch of his length. When her hips resumed their subtle rocking, enticing him toward madness, he could delay no longer. He thrust forward, inserting himself nearly halfway.

While he groaned in immeasurable pleasure, she winced, going tense. Dammit, he wished he could take her pain. Straining to keep his body still, he asked, “Do you hurt much?”

She shook her head, but her nose twitched.

He reached up to cup her cheek. “No need to be brave, love. I doona want you te hurt.” Passion thickened his accent.

“I just need a moment.” He waited, his muscles shaking with the effort. After a moment, she adjusted her position, shifting him deeper inside her.

He gritted his teeth, the sensation intensely wonderful, coaxing his body’s instinct to mindlessly rut. “Stay still for me? If you move, I will lose myself. You feel . . . so good.”

“I do?” She rubbed his shoulders and arms, her touch tender.Shewas comfortinghim? “You look like you’re in more pain than me.”

“Nay. Feel you clutching me. Want to move. You’re so fucking sexy. You’re like a hot little forge gripping me so sweetly. You’ll have me . . . spent in no time.”

His words seemed to ease her tense muscles and he felt himself slide deeper inside. He groaned; she moaned. The sound filled him with encouragement. He wanted to hear it again. He wanted to hear that sound forever.

Lowering his head, he sucked her right nipple between his teeth, flicking it with his tongue. Her eyes rolled back in her head and another soft moan escaped her. When her hips subtly rocked, he fed himself deeper, inch-by-inch. Gradually she accepted his length, her expression softening, those lovely lips parting in wonder.

When he felt a slight resistance, he cursed to himself and gave one decisive thrust. She gave a little whimper, her nails digging into his shoulders. He brushed his thumb over the crease in her brow and down the bridge of her nose. “That’s it. It’s done. How are you?”

Her mesmerizing gaze captured his. “I’m good. There’s a little pain, but there’s also something else. It feels almost good.”

To her it wasalmost good. To him, it was like no pleasure he’d ever felt. Hell, he was having a hard time not losing his damn mind and rutting like a beast.

They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies connected as she adjusted to his size. He continued kissing her, fondling her breasts, and reaching down to stimulate her clit until finally he felt her body relax again and she gave an experimental roll of her hips.

Her eyes widened and her lips parted. “Oh!”

The solitary word, uttered in wonder, was like a firm grip to his balls. He grated, gritting his teeth against the urge to let his body take over. Sweat slickened his skin.

“Areyouokay? You look like you’re in pain again,” she observed.

“Gods, no. It feels incredible. I just . . . need to . . .” Without intending to move, his hips gave a hard thrust, and they both let out guttural sounds of pleasure. “Can you take more?” he grunted.

“I think so.”

Flooded with relief, he set a slow, sinuous rhythm, all the while studying her reactions.

Clutching his shoulders, her legs game up around his hips, cradling him between her luscious thighs, awe sketched in her features. She was too gorgeous.

When he gave a slightly harder thrust, she cried out in surprise. “Oh, Gods.”

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