“No…but,” she said, then quickly shook her head. “I’m on the pill.”
Damian pulled back a fraction, to more easily meet her eyes. “What was the but about?”
It felt silly to admit, but this night was already on its own special—and strange—level already. Might as well go ahead. “I’ve never had sex with a guy without a condom before,” she confessed.
He held still for a long moment in which she was afraid she’d said the wrong thing, then began clearly reaching for his wallet. “Then I can—” he started.
“It’s okay.” She grabbed his arm to stop him. “If you’re sure about the other things, it’s okay.”
“You’re sure you’re sure?” he asked her earnestly.
She nodded and watched his eyes narrow in concern before asking, “You’re not a virgin, are you?”
It was her turn to laugh. After everything he’d done to her. “Do you even have to ask?”
He grinned wickedly and rocked into her with intent—making her feel the way he wanted to fit her body—and she bit back a moan. “Different people count different things.”
“Well, I guess I am a virgin then,” she said breathily. He paused again and his eyebrows rose. “When it comes to fucking dragons.”
He made a sound deep in his throat that didn’t sound entirely human, that made her both shudder and shiver—and want more. “Not for long, you won’t be.” He reached up her skirt to pull her panties down, and his other hand went for his belt.
Her hands met his there, unbuckling his belt. As she kicked her underwear off, she helped him, shoving his jeans down, releasing him. Damian moaned as she touched him and watched the expression on her face as she took stock of him with a stroke. He hadn’t been lying—he knew he was large—but he knew she was wet and ready. He leaned forward again, kissing her, feeling her perfect breasts through her thin dress and then reached down to grab one of her legs to pull it around him, sending the silk of her dress cascading back and down, so that nothing remained to block his path. He held her there, pressed against the wall, kissing her madly as he placed the head of his cock against her, nudging up. With her leg wound around his hip, she was open wide for him, and with a sigh of release, he started pushing his way inside.
“Damian,” she whispered as he felt her stretch to take him in.
“I’ll go slow,” he promised and started rocking her into the wall.
With each small stroke, he felt the naked friction of skin against skin and relished it. Knowing that this was the first time Andi’d ever let someone take her without protection made him want to claim her possessively. Any man who wouldn’t wear a condom was a cad, but any man who said he didn’t feel a difference was a liar, and the thought of being the first man to get to come inside her made his cock throb. He bent over, kissing her hard, her mouth fitting perfectly to his, letting him feel each of her moans as he slowly slid in. So close to what he wanted and what was easiest to get it, he reached down and picked her up entirely, spreading her ass with his hands, to pull her hips to his so that her legs could lock around him at the perfect height, slowly settling himself in, in, in, close, close, close.
“Yes,” he hissed, thrusting up, finally all the way inside, locking them together as she moaned. “Ever since you got into my car last night,” he said, breathing into her neck, “I’ve wanted this.”
“Wanted what?” she asked him breathily, looking up. For a sharp second, he worried she was making fun of him, but her eyes were glazed with sex, her long hair in sweaty tangles around them, and he knew that her mind was lost and her body had won. He was the one who was supposed to be half-animal, and yet here he’d completely reverted her to something primal. He smiled down at her wickedly, with an expression that in other circumstances had made men turn and run in fear, before nuzzling his mouth against her neck to whisper, “To eat you. To fuck you.”
To claim you, his dragon chimed in.
His dragon was riding him so quietly he’d almost forgotten he was there. His dragon enjoyed sex as much as killing—he was always present when either was in the offing—but this time, it was as if the beast had been holding back.
Is that what you want? Damian asked it, sincerely.
Before his dragon could respond, Andi’s hand was on his chin, pulling him to look at her, fully present again. “That’s what I want too.” Her eyes were sharp, and her ankles were locked behind him, trapping him to her.
“Which part?” he asked her, barely daring to breathe.
“The eating, the fucking. All of it.” She squirmed against him, begging him with her body to continue. “Fucking fill me up.”
Damian and his dragon growled with shared intent at the exact same time.
It was his turn to lose himself after that—to lose himself in her. He brought her hips to his, again and again, feeling her pussy slick him, stretch, and swell as she got close. He buried his face in her neck, her breasts, her hair, kissing whatever he could, tasting silk and salt in turns. He thudded his hips into hers over and over again, amazed each time at how she fit him perfectly—and he knew he’d never get enough. And then he felt the shift in her as she writhed against him—grinding herself on him as he fucked her, her panting moans and high-pitched whines—and he knew he was going to make her come again. Only this time while he was buried deep inside her, and he would get to feel her pussy squeeze his cock and not his hand. The thought of her coming around him somehow made him even harder, the need to take her fiercer, and it was like there was something flammable building up inside of him, waiting for her match to strike.
Her arms were wound around his shoulders, holding on for dear life, her head thrown back, her shameless cries bouncing with each of his thrusts, until the moment when she screamed, “Damian! Oh, Damian…oh my God…” and clawed his back through his shirt with her fingernails, and he knew, oh, he knew. He redoubled his thrusts, feeling her milk him, both wanting it to last forever while knowing that if he waited for another second he would die. He held onto her with one hand, pinned her against the wall with his hips, and punched the wall to the side of them to try to make it last and then…
“Yes, God! Yes!” he shouted, unable to hold himself back anymore, as a flurry of drywall dust scattered down. He spasmed into her, shoving his hips up, thrusting his coming cock deep inside. “Andi, Andi, Andi,” he said, calling her name with each pulse of his cock, claiming her with his cum, making her take it, keeping himself inside her until he was sure he was utterly spent, and then taking a few more strokes after that just because she felt so fucking good.
He slowly let go of her, letting one of her legs sink and then the other so that she was standing shakily on her own two feet like a newborn colt and he had a hand on either side of her—as if he were holding up the wall. Her eyes met his, as her dress slipped down to cover her from him again. They were both slicked with sweat and breathing hard, and at that moment, he felt completely exposed to her—and completely human.
“Satisfied?” he asked her, the same as he had earlier in the day.
She gave him a sly smile, remembering her former answer, and breathily pushed a lock of hair out of her face. “Not even vaguely.”