It was the final line of her invitation to him. He grabbed her ass, pulled her close, and started to thrust in earnest and then she couldn’t hear the cars anymore over their own sounds—the way she moaned when he filled her, the way he was breathing rough, the slick-perfect-wetness of the place where they met—again and again. He used an arm to push himself up, crushing her to him with his other one, kissing anything he could reach—hard—pinning her on him again and again, her thighs wide, her clit grinding against his perfect abs—and then he paused, falling back on the seat behind him, breathing hard, staring up at her like she was a goddess.
“Show me how to make you come,” he said, his voice low and serious.
“What?” Andi laughed nervously, her voice rising.
His hands caught her hips again and rocked her back and forth. “There’s no room in here for me to eat you out again.” He held her still and slowly thrust up into her, reminding her of how far they’d already come. “And I have to see you—feel you—come again. I have to.”
She looked down at him, panting, wiping her sweaty hair away from her face and breasts with one hand.
There are dragons in this world, my dear. Real dragons.
“Anything that you desire,” he said, arching his hips into a slow stroke.
To know a dragon is to be cursed.
“Name it, princess,” he growled, rocking deep in her once more.
Beware.
“No,” she said aloud, throwing her head back, chasing Auntie Kim’s warning from her mind. Andi looked down and saw the determination in his eyes, felt the heat of his hands on her ass, and the way that his cock throbbed inside her as she slid herself up and down it. She was in control right now—she was riding him. And even if he was a dragon, he was begging to release her. She wasn’t going to let any amount of superstition stop her from taking this. “I’ll show you.”
Damian made an acquiescing rumble deep in his chest.
She leaned down and worked her way up his neck to kiss on him the spot she wanted to be kissed on, the spot below her ear that made her go insane, and he chuckled darkly. “Then this,” she whispered, taking one of his hands to pull it underneath her breast. He took the hint and kissed at it, looking up.
“And what’s next?” he asked, after swiping his tongue across her nipple.
“This, at the end,” she said, taking his other hand and bringing his thumb to her mouth, sucking on it to get it wet before pushing it down to where they joined—right beneath her clit—to use it as another point of friction, grinding herself down. He purred at this.
“All right…let me see,” Damian said, releasing his hand. He brought her down into his arms and breathed against her ear, licking up its outer shell, before sinking back to kiss the perfect spot, the one that made electricity shudder through her no matter what, so that her thighs clenched and pulsed against him, fluttering in a way she couldn’t help.
“Oh, that’s delightful,” he murmured, doing it again, and then he breathed and licked his way down to pull her nipple into his hot mouth, rolling his tongue across it and sucking hard, while pinching the other, until his mouth and hand were reversed—the heat of his mouth and the heat of his hand were interchangeable, and both of them were stoking a fire she kept secret within her—and he started to thrust into her again with intent. Then he reached up a hand and pressed his thumb into her mouth, to trail it wetly down between her breasts and stomach until she couldn’t wait for what was next, settling it between them, rubbing at her as his hips arched up.
She put her hands against his chest and ground on top of him. He curled forward to catch her waist with his free hand, pulling her into him, pushing her hair out of her face to kiss her fiercely, then twining her hair around his hand like a rope, using it to keep her over him—his mouth never stopping, his cock never stopping. Any time she came up for air, she found him almost burning her with his intense golden gaze. Andi started to moan as the fire in her expanded, giving herself over to his relentless onslaught, as he did everything she asked of him, again and again.
Oh God, she was so close. She put a hand out against the low ceiling, pressing herself down even harder so that the movements between them were so subtle—yet sharp—and the friction so hot—his hand, his mouth, her breast, her clit. “Fuck me, oh…Damian…don’t stop… just fuck me,” she whispered.
“Take what’s yours,” he commanded in a groan.
Everything inside her tightened up into one impossibly tight clench, and then everything let go. She screamed as she roiled above him, as he didn’t stop. He rode her through, into each wave and then out of it again—her entire body alight, bursting with one flame after another—until finally they were quenched and she collapsed above him like a burnt-out star, panting into the vicinity of his neck. “Oh my God,” she whispered.
“God has nothing to do with it,” Damian said, twisting his head to kiss her forehead.
Damian moved his hands to hold her to him and to stroke her back. He’d been with so many women in his lifetime, but none of them had come for him like that—so completely letting themselves go, holding nothing in reserve. She was gasping on top of him, with him still hard inside her, and even the smallest movements she made were deliciously tortuous. “Shhhhhh,” he soothed her and pulled her up so that his cock was free. She moaned at this, unsettled by its absence, and he kissed her cheek.
“You—” she protested.
“Don’t worry about me.” It was enough to have seen her and felt her explode on him. He would cherish memories of how she looked, how she felt, giving herself over, for decades to come.
She frowned down at him. Any makeup she’d had on earlier had sweated off a long time ago, and yet she was still impossibly beautiful. “I’m a nurse; you can’t tell me not to worry. It is literally my job.” She reached back with one hand and swirled the remaining silk around her waist up until her hand found his still wet cock and gently took hold.
“Andi,” he began, starting her name as a protest, but taking it into a moan. He’d been so close inside her earlier. The only reason he hadn’t come was because he’d wanted to fully appreciate her coming—now somehow, as she started stroking, he found himself getting harder still. “I don’t want to lose control around you,” he admitted quickly as her hand traced its way down his shaft.
“Why not?” she asked, lowering herself down to kiss his chest again.
“You saw the wall at the restaurant. It’s not safe.”
She paused in kissing, but her hand still stroked. “For me? Or for you?” She leaned over and gently bit his nearest bicep.
He closed his eyes, moaning softly, and then his dragon was there. His dragon had been riding him, close and quiet. In certain ways, these were the only times they overlapped easily, him inside his dragon when it was fighting, and his dragon inside of him when there was sex.
Keep going, his dragon urged him.
And now he would have to talk both of them down, dammit. Damian closed his eyes, trying to ignore her touching him.
It’s not safe, he explained. And then he showed his dragon a montage of all the times they’d already put Andi in danger tonight.