When she finally breathed her way through the haze and blinked her way back to awareness, Tyff was watching her with a sly smile, his eyes sparkling with pleasure.
“You like that, my love?”
She nodded, still breathless. She realized she had just been treated to her first orgasm, and even though she wanted to do it again as many times as possible, she didn’t know if she could survive it.
Tyff got up and bent slightly at the knees, his fingers lightly brushing her legs. She saw him swelling proudly as he dipped his hips toward her, and her lungs were clamped tightly in her chest as anxiety gripped her. It was mixed with a healthy dose of anticipation and excitement, giving her a clue as to what others felt when they went into something dangerous and thrilling.
I’ve been waiting so long.
“Are you ready, my darling?” Tyff’s eyes burned into hers. She nodded, a slave to his will.
He slid forward slowly, the hard head of him nudging at her wet lips. At first when she felt herself stretching, she wriggled and gasped, but the strange, bruised aching sensation quickly gave way to a pleasurable tension that struck her right through the bones. By the time he was halfway in she was thrashing on the bed, reaching for him, and begging him to thrust harder.
He didn’t, though. He kept his hands on her hips and held her still while he moved forward, inch by careful inch. When he finally slid all the way home and was fitted snugly inside her, she rocked back and forth, grabbing at him so she could create friction all on her own.
He smiled as he watched her, keeping himself completely still while he let her pleasure herself. He put one hand on her soft belly and stretched up, so her breasts rolled underneath his hand, the slick sweat making the large, firm mounds rub against his rough palm.
Renay was frantic. She kept thrusting from the hips, her hands firmly clamped over his own. A soft spot inside her was begging to be pounded, aching like a bruise and making her gush between the legs. A long, drawn-out moan burst from her lips as she thrust herself toward him and grinded against him.
She felt her deepest, innermost muscles clamp around him, and then it happened. She felt it from further away this time, a wave of pleasure rolling slowly through her like a thunderstorm coming over the summer fields, ready to seed them with new life. She knew she was screaming, but she couldn’t focus on anything except the pleasure that shook through her so hard it seemed to break her into tiny pieces.
Before her climax could finish, Tyff started thrusting. The movement set off another chain and Renay gasped in joy, her screams drying up as the sensations stole her breath. Renay flicked her head from side to side, panting, almost frantic as the pleasure built to a place that seemed like it would break her if she let it.
Then she found Tyff’s eyes. He was watching her with love and tenderness on his face, even while his body pumped roughly against her own. The sight of his wonder and appreciation made a warm twist somewhere deep in her heart and changed the pleasure into something softer, sweeter, and even more mind-blowing than before.
Renay had no thoughts, no doubts and no reservations. She held no shame and no more nervousness. She knew she was loved, wanted and above all, appreciated. She was safe to let herself go and do all the things she had always been afraid to do.
Because she had a real man who would never reject or belittle her gifts. She had a man who would cherish them—and her—for the rest of his incredibly long life.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Tyff gripped her hips, trying to be gentle. At every moment he was completely and utterly aware of his mate—her sounds, her expressions, and the trembling of her body. He was starting to lose control, and he didn’t want to hurt her or scare her.
He couldn’t help but feel guilty that it had taken them so long to come together and that it had been his fault. He had wanted it to be perfect, but he had also been waiting for the connection that only the Knowing could bring. He had not realized the flesh was its own bond, just as mystical as the Knowing itself.
As Renay’s eyes met his, he felt something intense moving between them, something palpable. He felt as though they were speaking to each other on a frequency beyond sound, which had nothing to do with the song their bodies were singing.
He let himself fall. As her body hugged his in a wet heat and he thrust into her with all his passion, he kept his eyes locked on to hers. It was as if they joined together somewhere very far away, and yet as close as the heart. The merging of souls was complete, and she was claimed.
At that moment Renay threw her head back and screamed, her body jolting on the bed. He growled, his dragon writhing inside him as he fought for control. It felt like something exploded in his temples and then he had no control over what happened next.
He slid backward, pulling away from Renay and putting his hands on her knees. He roughly flipped her over, hearing her gasp eagerly as she fought to get on to her knees. He grabbed her beautiful, plump backside and squeezed, making her laugh. He ran his hand along the crease of her, exploring her energetically as his fingers delved deep into her hot, wet cave.
As he took hold of her hips and guided himself into her, he fought the impulse to tighten his grip roughly against her. He was still paying careful attention to all of her reactions, but the singing of his own body was obliterating everything else.
This is right. I can only claim her with my whole soul. I can’t hold back and be the man. I must let the beast free.
He closed his eyes briefly, wondering if he could truly let himself go. He never had, not once. Not in battle or argument and not even while flying high in the tossing winds.
When his eyes opened, his vision had changed. He could see heat everywhere in the room, running like energy through everything that surrounded them. Brightest of all was Renay, the blood in her veins burning red and her skin flickering with hues of pink and gold. He let out the deep breath he had been holding and let his head rock back as his cock swelled.
He roared, a sound like nothing he had ever made before. The furniture in the room shook as his dragon took full possession of his body. He felt her body opening for him, the convulsions of her inner muscles gripping him, loving him, and inviting him. Her screams joined his roar, and the room seemed to shake with the explosive release of the passion they shared.
Tyff felt he could do this forever—as if he would never stop. He knew Renay felt the same way, but at the same time, he could sense the limits of her body. His dragon realized this most keenly. He saw the heat in her body pooling at the hotspots where her lust gathered, and he could hear her breath rasping as her heart pounded to the limit of its endurance.
He had become one with the beast inside. His mind ran with an ancient, preternatural logic, something fiercely intelligent and yet incredibly primitive and instinctual. It shocked him to realize that the dragon had its own wisdom that he had been blocking his whole life.
As if I were protecting myself. As if my dragon was my enemy and not my soul. Now that I have my heart, my soul has woken.
Tyff felt pleasure shudder through him with so much intensity he buckled at the knees. Renay was now leaning on her arms, her cheek pressed to the bed. He held her tightly between his palms and let his body go, feeling his cock stretching her impossibly as he finally released his seed with a pounding, flooding rush.
Even though he was so lightheaded he could barely move, he made sure to disengage from her very carefully. She was limp and loose, completely exhausted from their lovemaking. His dragon senses looked her over carefully, taking careful note of sore places in her joints and where he had bruised her a little.