With Ström, I like the passion and the fun; heat with lively, erotic play are my good times with Ström, and we make a fantastic combination that way in the bedroom.
The jury’s still out on Baldur, because he and I have only done it once when we were life-bonded. So far, our sex has a cosmic aspect that’s blow-my-mind intense, in addition to all my senses, as we catapult out to the stars together.
But with Mikkel, I’ve only had these intense explosions of heat and adversarial fuck-fighting. Sure, that’s a Blood Dragon’s bread and butter; it gets old with someone who’s a life-mate, though.
We need maturation of our sexual heat, if we’re really going to make this last and not just tear each other apart some fell day. I’m getting it now, as Mikkel engages a ridiculously hot game ofgo-so-slow-I’ll-have-you-begging-on-your-knees-for-it.
I’m done for, writhing beneath him as he ceases choking me and takes up my hands now, threading our fingers together. As he raises our hands above my head, Mikkel pins my hands to the bed now—trapping me with his strong, lean body.
He doesn’t just trap me with his body, but with his indomitable mind, too, as he stares deep into my eyes. Mikkel has ridiculous mind-powers; I feel his dark insinuations for me to hold still and enjoy this pour into my entire body now, coiling me up into his wicked, dark thoughts.
Of everything he wants to do to me tonight.
As he grinds into me with his hips, I feel how hard he is through hisleather pants, and mine. He holds me captive to his preternatural dragon’s strength and his mind, as his dark eyes scald with copper fire, knowing how I want it.
As he holds me still, slowly coiling his dark Bloodwinds around my wrists, body, and ankles, I feel how he makes delicious Bloodropes out of them, seething with bright copper energy. Mikkel’s not going to let me get away—in any way—as he lets me feel just how much he wants this.
And I blaze with heat now—wanting it, too.
We play with that blistering dark fire between us, as he holds me with his gaze, beneath his firm body, and captive in his auric coils. I writhe beneath him, trapped and loving it, wanting so much more, though I know Mikkel will not give in to my needs or his own, not until it’s time.
“I want to fuck you slow, Rikyava,” he murmurs at my lips now, as he teases me with his mouth, holding me captive to his sensual torment. Soft and full, Mikkel’s lips are delicious, and I just want to bite them as he eases them over mine, almost kissing, but not quite.
“You want to be the dominant tonight. I get it,” I say as he moves his body in a slow wave now. It digs his hard erection up against the perfect spot, making me writhe as I gasp, though we’re both still fully clothed.
“No. I want to fuck you slow, not to dominate you, but tofeelevery inch of you.” Mikkel moves against me, dry fucking me now in long, languid waves, tantalizing, as he holds me still with his body, mind, and coil-ropes. “I want to taste you; I want to revel in you. I want to bathe in you as I slide myself inside you and make you feel every hard inch of what I can give you. I want you so bursting with need that your juices inundate me as we move together; as I slide in and out of you so slowly, you think you just might die from wanting me… and from wanting me to finish it. Hot, pounding… and hard.”
The words Mikkel uses to voice his desire are beyond salacious. My heart’s already thundering as wetness slicks through my underwear, moistening my fighting leathers in a way that makes a knowing smile quirk Mikkel’s lips.
Disastrousas he watches me.
“Take your jerkin off,” he commands me then. As he pushes up off me, releasing my hands and easing his coils so I can move, I feel his sexy command flood my mind. It’s not a suggestion; Mikkel pours his mind-powers into me now, to lift my hands to my leathers like he’s guiding them, and it’s way beyond fucking hot.
I feel like he’s inside my body, moving me from my very blood and bones, as I unbuckle the crossover flap of my borrowed leathers, then shimmy my jerkin off, flinging it from the bed. It’s like they aren’t even my hands, but his now, as he moves me for his pleasure.
His dark eyes devouring me—all the way.
When I’m down to just my silken undershirt, I see his eyes spark to note I have no bra on. There wasn’t one when I found this set of leathers in my rooms; I see Mikkel’s desire roar into a bonfire as he sees my full breasts free beneath my shirt, my nipples erect already from what he’s doing.
With the smallest, most diabolical smile ever, he leans in over me again. Re-pinning me with his hips and hands, his coils and his mind, my hands once again over my head and my entire body trapped for his pleasure, he lowers his head, nuzzling my chest and my silk camisole.
And bites.
Mikkel’s bitten me right on my nipple through the thin white silk. He didn’t bite hard; but that slow, deep pressure of his teeth has me writhing, cascading with need now as he grinds his teeth down on my nipple.
I’m fighting his mind-sways inside me now, his muscular body, and his coils of auric darkness, as he holds me down. A delicious war rises between us as my preternatural strength and Bloodwalker abilities push back on his—creating a hot push-pull between us as Mikkel sucks my nipple, rolling it deep into his mouth along with my shirt.
“Mine.” Mikkel growls in a thundering baritone voice then, through a mouthful of breast, as I feel the bite of his beast. As he says it, he spears hispower deep into my core like a lance, commanding me from the inside out as everything inside me explodes with need.
“Yours!” I gasp as I buck against him now, everything in me roaring to his vicious, electric dominance, trapped to his wicked delight and loving it.
Releasing my breast to kiss the skin of my chest now, Mikkel finds the loose v-neck of my camisole and noses the thin silk aside. He’s still flooding me with his mind-powers, gathering and releasing me now with his lurid dragon-coils, so my body moves in a slow writhe to his pleasure.
Lipping my nipple and breast into his mouth for real now with no fabric between, he sucks me, slow and deep. I’m panting hard, bursting with juices as I writhe for him, with him, and in service to him.
He takes his time, doing me nice and slow with his mouth upon one breast, before moving to the other, keeping me trapped in his wicked torment. Mikkel’s lower body presses down hard now to ride out the deep waves of my bucking.
He’s got an iron lock on me with his mind and his coils, wrapped around my wrists, my waist, and ankles. Even he’s struggling now to keep me pinned, however, as our Bloodbond floods with our mutual passion and the devastating heat of everything he’s doing to me.
