One thrust and he was seated so deeply inside of her she thought she could taste him again. Arching her back, her spine bridged over the mattress and all of her nerve endings awoke simultaneously. They felt like sunflowers blooming under a summer sky, every cell welcoming the onslaught of sensations. Electricity crackled under her skin as her thoughts swirled wildly inside her mind. Whatever rationality still lived inside her packed up and went home.
She kissed him fervently as he rocked his hips, their bodies moving in unison. They were no longer two, but one. She felt it in her very soul, the way her entire being blended with his. Even the dragon inside of her, always restless and ready to come out, seemed to have surrendered to him.
That, perhaps, surprised her the most. In all her years, she’d never met someone capable of making her dragon purr like a kitten. She’d always imagined a strong shifter—undoubtedly another dragon like her—would be the only creature powerful enough to dominate her dragon side. How wrong she’d been!
Each time his entire length slid deep inside her, there was nothing but a pleasant warmth, that sweet but maddening crackle of electricity making her feel as if she was floating. It helped that he seemed to know exactly what he was doing. Far from a mechanical in-and-out, Stark moved in waves, his body reading hers and anticipating what it was craving before she even knew. More than just their bodies, it seemed their minds were intertwined.
“So good,” she cooed, her voice bouncing off the walls of the room and coming back to her as a distorted echo.
For several long seconds, she wondered if she might be losing her mind. The sound of a thousand voices whispered in her head, none of what they said making sense in the slightest. It was like standing just outside the doors of a party, listening to the goings-on but not quite making out the words themselves. Maddening!
Tightening her legs around Stark’s waist, Wyntir pushed herself off the mattress and rolled him onto his back in one fluid motion while keeping him firmly planted inside of her. He blinked up at her in surprise once they settled.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she said, a seductive lilt in her voice. “I’m a dragon. I was born to take control.”
And so, she did.
Rocking her hips at a gentle pace, she closed her eyes and rode him, her fingernails digging into his flesh hard enough to draw blood. He didn’t complain. An expression of sweet agony made the lines on his face deepen, his eyes wide open as he gazed up at her and grabbed two full handfuls of her rump.
His touch was strong and firm, a reminder that he would be more than just a spectator in all of this, even if she was a dragon. Matching her rhythm, he thrust upward, the swaying motion of their hips clicking together like two blocks with perfectly lined edges.
She leaned into him, pulled on his bottom lip with her teeth, and then smiled. Without breaking eye contact, she rested her forehead against his, a tender moan floating out from between her lips as her insides started to clench. She was no stranger to pleasure, but she hadn’t been expecting to feel the crack of pleasure’s whip this soon again. And yet, it was already happening.
Her body was boiling from the inside out, her mind fraying at the edges, and she could feel the tidal wave coming for her. Again. Instead of giving her pause, it just made her ride him even harder. Straightening herself up, she threw her head back, laughing as her long hair brushed against her naked shoulder blades, and she gave him all that she had.
Her movements went from tender to merciless, her thighs tightening into a death trap, but that did little to slow him down. Instead, it only made him start thrusting even more wildly, so much that soon enough she was no longer moving. With his hands firmly planted on her back side, he forced her to remain perfectly still as he pistoned into her, his hips hovering over the mattress each time he drove his entire length into her.
“Oh, god,” she moaned, pleasure bubbling up her throat. It turned into sound as it reached her mouth and came out as a scream powerful enough to shatter glass. Only instead of glass, her body shattered, trembling from vicious spasms that shook her—body, heart and soul.
And yet, Stark kept on thrusting.
Instead of giving her time to pull herself together, he forced her to ride the crest of her climax over and over again, each thrust of his hard length amplifying her pleasure tenfold. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced.
Finally taking pity on her, he slowed to a stop, gripping her hips until his knuckles turned white. Blue flames of lust danced in his eyes and Wyntir dragged her teeth over her bottom lip in anticipation. With a surprisingly animalistic snarl, he slid out from under her so fast she fell to her hands and knees, which was apparently exactly where he wanted her.
Positioning himself directly behind her, Stark was able to see every single detail of her nakedness. Normally, feeling so vulnerable and exposed… Well, it never happened. Wyntir was a dragon, the most powerful shifter on the planet, yet her feminine taste allowed some types to think she was weak. It was a point of pride to never allow herself to be in such a position, but instead of trying to wrest back control, she actually wanted to relinquish it to Stark, to feel vulnerable. In fact, she didn’t just want it, she needed it.
Gripping her hips, he let his hot cock slide down her slick crevice and she groaned in response. Her body responded on its own, before she had time—or brainpower—to think about it. Keeping his cock trapped between their naked bodies, she moved in gentle but maddening circles, stroking him with nothing but the curved shape of her backside. Time ground to a halt and they lost themselves in the moment.
“You’re perfect, Wyntir,” Stark murmured as his hands skimmed the length of her back and sides.
Then his throbbing head nestled just inside of her, teasing her mercilessly. It seemed to take hours for him to seat himself inside of her, driving her mad with need. Only then did he finally begin thrusting again. He put all of his strength behind his hips, each thrust completely obliterating whatever sanity she had left. His thighs slapped her ass cheeks over and over again, the rhythmic sound of flesh on flesh taking over the room, and soon enough her moans joined the music.
Of course, much like Stark, she refused to be passive.
After he finally settled into a rhythm, she spread her fingers wide over the mattress and, now with a base of support, she thrust back at him. She slammed herself back into his hardness, his long member stretching her wide, and that orgasm she had experienced no more than a couple of minutes ago seemed to roar back to life.
Every inch of her was electrified with pure ecstasy, and her thoughts burned brightly like coals on a fire. The dragon inside her growled a satisfied tone, and she realized she had never felt that coming from her inner beast. More often than not, there was always some raw animalistic tug whenever she had sex, but never had her dragon been so filled with a deep sense of satisfaction.
“Harder,” she found herself saying, the words slipping past her lips before her brain even knew that’s what she wanted.
Thankfully, he was more than willing to oblige. His body crashed against hers over and over again, the impact always ruthless and utterly perfect. It didn’t take long before she started losing control again, and this time she was really losing it. She breathed out hard, and surprised herself as a wisp of smoke escaped her nostrils. Closing her eyes, she grinned like a madwoman.
“I think I’m gonna—” They spoke simultaneously, neither needing further explanation.