“Greedy little dragon.” But he complied, increasing his pace slightly, each thrust driving deeper than the last. The slick soundof our bodies joining seemed impossibly loud in the darkness, a counterpoint to Septimus’s steady snoring.
“If he wakes—” I gasped as Tarshi hit a spot inside me that made my vision blur.
“Then he’ll see how perfectly you take me,” Tarshi growled, his accent thickening with desire. He shifted his weight to one arm, the other hand sliding between us to find my clit. “How beautifully you come apart.”
My back arched as his calloused fingers circled the sensitive bundle of nerves. The dual sensation of his cock stretching me impossibly full and his fingers working magic against my clit threatened to unravel me completely. Each thrust was deliberate, controlled, the drag of him inside me setting every nerve ending alight. The sound of the storm outside masked our heavy breathing, the quiet wet sounds of our bodies joining.
The angle changed as Tarshi lifted one of my legs higher, hooking my knee over his elbow, and stars exploded behind my eyes. I bit down on my hand to stifle my cry as he drove deeper than before, his cock hitting places inside me that made coherent thought impossible.
“There,” he murmured, satisfaction rumbling in his chest. “There you are.”
His thrusts remained achingly slow but gained intensity, each one ending with a subtle grind that had me seeing stars. The pleasure built like a gathering storm, tension coiling tighter with each deliberate stroke. I clung to him, nails scoring his back, leaving marks I knew he would wear proudly tomorrow.
“I can feel you tightening,” he whispered against my ear, his voice strained with the effort of control. “Let go for me.”
His fingers increased their pressure on my clit, circling with devastating precision. The combination of his massive cock stretching me to my limits and the relentless attention to that sensitive bundle of nerves was too much to bear.
“I can’t—” I gasped, but even as I protested, I felt myself climbing higher.
“Oh, you can,” he commanded softly. “I know you can.”
I turned my head, sinking my teeth into the meat of his shoulder to silence my moans. The taste of his salt-slick skin filled my mouth as I felt myself building toward another release. His rhythm faltered for just a moment when my teeth broke his skin, and I felt a rumble of approval vibrate through his chest.
“That’s it,” he whispered, his accent thicker now, words slurring together with desire. “Mark me, little dragon. Show me who I belong to.”
His cock stretched me to my limit with each deep, measured thrust. The burn of it, the exquisite fullness — it was almost too much to bear. Lightning flashed, illuminating his dark face in harsh crimson light, the gleam of red in his black eyes. I saw the strain there, the fierce concentration as he held himself back, determined to bring me pleasure before taking his own. In that brief moment of clarity, I saw how beautiful he was — all hard angles and battle scars, eyes dark with hunger.
“Perhaps I should make you scream,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “Wake him so he knows who you belong to.”
The words sent a forbidden thrill through me. My body clenched around his thickness, drawing a hiss from between his teeth.
“You wouldn’t dare,” I whispered, even as the danger heightened everything — every sensation, every touch.
His eyes gleamed in the darkness. “Wouldn’t I?” His hips snapped forward with more force, making me gasp. “Maybe I want him to see how perfectly you take me. How your body was made for mine.”
I dug my nails deeper into his shoulders, feeling the muscle beneath. “You’re a monster.”
“Your monster,” he corrected, his voice rough as he continued his relentless pace. “Only yours.”
Another flash of crimson lightning illuminated his face — the savage intensity in his eyes, the possessive curl of his lip, the sweat beading on his forehead. In that instant, I saw something raw and primal that made my heart clench painfully in my chest.
“Mine,” I agreed, reaching up to pull his mouth to mine.
His kiss was consuming, tongue delving deep as his cock maintained its torturous rhythm. I wrapped my legs tighter around him, drawing him impossibly deeper, feeling him press against places inside me that made coherent thought impossible.
My body tightened around him, earning a low hiss of pleasure against my ear.
“You like that idea,” he murmured, his voice dark with satisfaction. “The danger excites you.”
“Shut up,” I gasped, tightening my legs around his waist.
He laughed softly, the sound vibrating through his chest and into mine. “Always so defiant, even with my cock inside you.”
His next thrust was deeper, harder, stealing my breath. My eyes rolled back as he ground against that perfect spot inside me, his fingers still working mercilessly against my clit. The dual sensation was overwhelming — his massive length stretching me beyond what I thought possible while pleasure built to unbearable heights.
“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice a rough whisper. “Let me feel you squeeze me.”
His words pushed me over the edge. I buried my face against his neck as the orgasm tore through me, my entire body clenching around him in rhythmic waves. My vision went white, then black, stars exploding behind my eyelids as pleasure crashed through me. He held me through it, his movements slowing but never stopping, drawing out my release until I was trembling and boneless beneath him.
