For the moment, we both wanted this. And that was enough.
His hand wrapped around the back of my head, and he began to experiment on his own. When I pushed my tongue past his lips, he groaned, long and low.
That sound effortlessly carried me over the edge. I attacked him with teeth and tongue. I’d never behaved like this—it was as though I were possessed.
And he gave as good as he got. Fast learner, this Drake. His skin was satiny smooth, but it encased steel-like muscles. I couldn’t get enough of touching him. This was so much more than mere want, or need. It was a soul-deep craving that was almost scary.
Not scary enough to stop me, though. When something quivered against my midriff, I muttered, “Too much damn clothing.” I didn’t want to pull away from him to remove my leggings?—
He had another solution. He rotated his hand and placed the palm over my center…
Sprouting a talon from his thumb, Zyair ripped the seam of my leggings. As I exhaled in surprise, my panties followed suit. I never even felt the kiss of a talon against my skin, only the tug as the fabric parted. It was a shocking demonstration of fine-tuned control. Then his fingers began to explore…
“Sure you’ve never done this?” I gasped into his ear.
“There are other ways to learn,” was his reply.
I pulled back enough to meet his gaze. “Don’t tell me you’ve read up on it.”
His answer was a suppressed but still rumbling laugh as he rose, lifting me with him. Cradling my torso with one long arm extending from my waist to my shoulder, he laid me back against the sloped control panel.
I looked up at him. My thoughts leaped and pounded in time with my heart, and the intensity as he caressed me with his gaze made it hard to breath. He dropped his head, andlicked.
Okay, that should have been weird. But fucking hell, as his warm, wet tongue explored my throat, my breasts, and my midriff, it sent frissons of pure lightning through to my core. I ached for more, and my legs spread of their own accord.
He took the invitation, buried his face between my thighs, and laved…
I gasped and arched upward. Surely that tongue was longer than it ought to be? As it twirled and flicked and penetrated where no such thing had been before, my head fell back and my world dissolved in white noise.
Fuckinghell. There should be poems and songs and movies about that tongue… my entire body sang its praises. Everything tightened as I climbed higher and higher—but dammit, I didn’t want to explode like this. I wanted toridehim. Wanted to slide his enormous shaft inside me, and reduce him to the trembling, aching wreck that I was, before I rode him to completion…
I buried my fingers in his hair and pulled him off me. His emerald gaze fogged with an emotion so intense it ignited something deep within me. Something so powerful that it frightened me. I pushed it aside, and simply whispered, “I want you.”
He uttered something inarticulate, and rose. Rolling me so that my stomach was against the column, Zyair bent to fold his arms around me, until I was cradled within them. My legs dangled over air, until I hooked my ankles around his powerful thighs. Something warm but strong wrapped itself around my waist—for just a panicked second, I thought it was a snake. I glanced down to his tail. He’d pulled it up between his legs, and now it supported my lower half.
He buried his nose in my hair and kissed the nape of my neck as his shaft quivered against my buttocks. I arched my hips, spreading my legs like a wanton animal.There.I wanted him there.Now.
He pushed against my entrance—his shaft was so bloody magnificent. I rubbed myself up and down against his burgeoning head, panting. But he’d frozen, as if afraid to move.
“We have to go slow.” The strain in his tone indicated he wasn’t talking to me so much as himself.
“Just give this girl what she wants, damn it.” Hard to be demanding in a whisper, but I managed it, squirming as I tried to push back against him.
He groaned, and his hips thrust just a bit, as if it were beyond his control not to. He was huge, maybe too huge. But that made him all the better. I wanted more, much more.
I was slick with desperation, and slowly, one glorious iota at a time, he slid within. When I gasped, he stopped, shuddering with the effort.
“Keep going,” I urged, pushing back onto him.
“Shaaaftz,” he ratcheted the curse in segments as he eased deeper. “You are like moltenvevlat.”
I had no opportunity to ask what that word meant, because his tail lifted and held me. He was massive, but I stretched for him, andon the way, he hit nerves I didn’t know I possessed. I panted and squirmed and wanted him to move, damn it. I needed him tomove?—
Then something near his thick shaft began to rub. While the length of it held me, the very tip of his tail danced and twirled and teased the most sensitive parts of me. I panted and moaned, squirming against the tail’s hold, until its owner finally moved. Slowly at first, and carefully, but when I took over the tempo, he picked it up. His immense body leaned over mine, the Drakonian tongue flicking over my ear, before it traced the contours, shooting shivers of pleasure through me.
My breathing came in hoarse pants that he echoed. Every slick slide seemed tighter than the one before—either I was bearing down, or he was swelling, but I was soaring, higher and higher. His hips picked up the pace, each delicious thrust pushing me closer…
The tip of his tail joined in on the ecstasy and began to vibrate…
