Page 62 of Dragon Fight

I stretched out a hand and ran my fingers down the pale skin of his chest, marvelling at the utter lack of softness, even though it made perfect sense to me. He was all hard edges and sharp teeth, our prince. I lifted my hand to his face and he turned his head to press a kiss to my palm, then he rolled us both to cover my body with his, pressing me down into the soft mattress, anchoring me to him. I couldn’t believe that I was with him, touching him and I ran my hands over every part of him that I could reach. When he captured my hands to hold them over my head, I blurted out,

“I feel like I’m going to wake up any minute.”

“Gods, don’t,” he groaned, then bent his head to suck hard on one nipple, my back arching up off the bed in response. “If this is not real, then dream on, I say.” His tongue flicked over the same hard bead, and he seemed to like the way it made me squirm. “At least not until I’ve had a taste.” He lifted his head and grinned at me, then let go of my hands to kiss his way down the length of my body.

I grabbed at his shoulders then his head, but he slipped out of my grip, pausing when he got to my pelvis and staring up the line of my body.

“When I walked in on you and Flynn, I didn’t know where to bloody look. At you, perfect in your pleasure, so fucking beautiful as he rutted you into the bed, or at him, imagining myself in his place.”

“Or imagining yourself in mine?” I asked, going up on my elbows to gauge his response, but I wasn’t able to do so as he pressed a very effective kiss to my hip bone, then another and another, going lower each time and I collapsed to my back. “Draven?” I gasped out his name as I felt his lips on my mound, the skin all over my body feeling overheated and slick.

“Some days I find it hard to fucking know,” he growled. “I don’t care about male, female, right or wrong, all I know is desire that drives me out of my head with need.” He pressed a kiss into my thigh. “Just like I’m determined to do to you.” And before I could say another word, his kisses burned a blazing trail closer and closer to where I ached until…

I hadn’t had a lot of experience with men putting their mouths on that part of me. But with that first lick? It felt like Draven seared me with a tongue of flame, branding me indelibly in a way I’d never recover from. His moan was muffled as my hands shot out to grip his skull, determined that he wasn’t going to have a chance to pull away and say this was all just one big joke. And he didn’t. Instead he seemed to take direction very well, spreading me open with his thumbs and then tasting the entirety of me, my whole body jolting when he flicked my pearl.

“Sensitive?” His voice was so damn smug, but I didn’t care. “Of course you are.”

And he set out to exploit that. He traced the entire shape of that bundle of nerves until I was panting like a dog, my thighs falling wider open. He delved in, sucking my pearl between his lips, then humming his pleasure, sending great waves of vibration washing over me, forcing the nub to roll against his tongue, his teeth until I was about ready to scream. Then he pulled away with a pop, licking me long and slow as his fingers shoved inside me. I twitched in response, part of me resisting the sudden intrusion, the other part glorying in that stretch right up until he began to move.

“Draven…”

His name came out as little more than a breath. I had everything that I needed and yet I didn’t. His pace was picking up, the thrusts of his hand punishing, but it was like he was removed from the experience somehow, pleasuring me, but not drowning in it like I was. I clawed helplessly at his shoulders, trying to drag him upwards when his fingers curled up inside me and I screamed his name.

“Draven…!”

The pleasure radiating out from my pearl seemed to multiply exponentially at that point, like I was a butterfly on a spike; his fingers, his tongue stroking the same point from without and within.

“Haven’t they taught you about this yet?” Draven said. “Tsk tsk… Your pearl of pleasure has deep roots inside you and they do like to be stroked.”

I writhed as he pressed harder, pleasure feeling like it exploded inside me with each pass of his fingertips, rolled on inexorably by his suddenly busy tongue.

“Draven, please…!”

“Come for me, my queen.” His voice was full of dark intent. “Bathe my face in your pleasure. Let me see, feel, experience, everything they did and more.”

There was a humming that got louder now, rising to a fever pitch inside my head. There was something fractious, sharp-edged about it, as if it cut into me as much as pleased me.

“Draven… Draven…”

My nails raked across his shoulders leaving red welts in their wake. I tried to pull him closer but he would not be swayed. His mouth, his fingers, his body worked to drag out the greatest of pleasures out of me when he finally achieved his goal.

Gods.

My eyes snapped open and I stared blankly at the ceiling as my whole body jerked and twitched, wave upon wave of pleasure washing over me until there was nothing left.

Well, not nothing.

He crawled up my body then pressed lips that tasted of me to mine before collapsing down beside me, both of us fighting to catch my breath. But that hum persisted. It had me rising on the bed. Draven looked up at me warily as I went to my knees, then his eyes widened as I placed my knees either side of his hips.

“Pippin, we don’t have to…” His protests cut off as I ran my hands down his magnificent body, and watched the way he responded with hungry eyes. I was sure that I was catching the very first true reactions of his, the mask thoroughly dropped. Something that was reinforced when I took his swollen length in my hands. “Oh, gods, Pippin…”

“Am I your queen?” I asked him, right as he was thrusting his cock into my hands, his mouth falling open.

“Damn me all to hell, but yes, yes…” he groaned.

I moved swiftly then, the act taking on a ceremonial air, as if this wasn’t just two people having sex in the bed, but something far deeper.

My spine felt like it was made of willow, strong and yet flexible as I bent down to kiss him. His mouth was hungry, greedy, devouring mine even as he groaned out his response. Those sounds only grew deeper and more frantic as I shifted my hips, first sliding my saliva-slick folds over his hardness. His hands slapping at my hips, then his voice grew guttural as I notched the head of his cock against me.

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