“I guess someone should teach me a lesson,” she nearly purred, undoing the buttons of her vest.
In turn, Dalris completely forgot his fears, his gaze locking on her chest as the garment came open to teasingly reveal the rounded swells of her breasts, but nothing more.
Leaving her top that way, she backed toward the hearth—because he was approaching? Somehow, he found himself moving without thinking, and Jada grinned while pointing out, “You look ready to try.”
Try what? He couldn't discern her meaning at first, then recalled her comment about being taught a lesson—not that he could get any harder than he already was.
“Oh, I'm going to show you exactly what you get for doing that,” he promised on a growl, coming in closer.
“How so?”
“By making you beg for it screaming.”
Jada ducked away, and though she snickered, she sounded breathless. “Is that what I deserve?”
Quickly turning to grab her, his arms came up empty when she sidestepped and wound up at the desk.
Growling in frustration, he replied, “You deserve to be bent over and fucked into the mattress as hard as your little body can take it.”
“Oh … ,” Jada drew out, proving she liked that idea by pulling her vest off entirely—then tossed it at him before he could reach her.
Yet he knocked the garment away just in time to spot her movements, and quickly captured her wrist to pull her in. Jada gasped in the process, the front of her body pressing into his, and he scowled when the sensation was muffled by his clothing.
But Dalris ignored it in favor of turning and sweeping an arm across the desk to clear it for use; books, unlit candles, and empty goblets all finding a place on the floor.
Following the movement, he lifted Jada up and sat her on the surface, quickly seizing her mouth in a kiss while cupping her breasts with a tight squeeze. She moaned as a result, and started working to remove his top, further eroding his logic as he broke their kiss in a bid to help.
Moments later, he was shirtless, and only took enough time to open his pants and shirk them down around his thighs before reaching to her belt buckle. In the process, he realized Jada was panting, her eyes heavy lidded as they traveled up his body to his face.
That's when she reached up to stroke one of his thick horns with the question, “Do you like this?”
At the same time, her opposing hand grasped his erection, and both caresses felt so damned good he couldn't think straight—which was already an issue.
Dalris was so tightly wound, in fact, that a mere stroke of his cock had moisture gathering at the tip, proving he wouldn't last long. So he paused in undressing Jada to thrust his hips against her hand, knowing he'd have a lot more stamina if he allowed her to continue until he'd found release.
He even reached down to take her hand and guide it, groaning her name on a guttural tone that seemed to excite her further.
That's when Jada uttered something he couldn't ignore.
“I think I've waited thirty years for this.”
A flash of rationality returned to his foggy mind, and he peered down questioningly.
“What?”
Biting her lip as if somewhat embarrassed, she nodded. “That's something else you need to know about my reasons. You were right, I did think about you after Antarctica, Dalris. I saw the look you gave me when I was flying away, like a promise that you'd find me someday.”
He growled, recalling that moment—he had promised to find her. But he couldn't truly focus on it when she squeezed his cock, stroking it harder in adding, “It worried me, but I've always been extremely curious about you anyway. I thought you were fierce, sexy, and deep down, I wondered what you'd do if you found me.”
Leaning up, she added seductively, “And now that we're here together?”
At that, she used her free hand to fondle his heavy sack—and he couldn't take it.
Leaning against the desk with his forehead meeting hers, he grunted when the first spurt of his orgasm erupted, a line shooting on her belly. His hips thrust at the same time, his growls growing more fierce with each burst of seed that followed.
Somewhere in the midst of that pleasure, he realized she was watching him intently, and registered enough of her next comment to comprehend it.
“Now I just wish I'd come to you sooner.”
His chest tightened with want, the pleasure too merciless to allow a verbal response. But Dalris could reply with actions just as easily as words, and as soon as the blissful orgasm she'd given him relented, he was going to respond for hours.
CHAPTER 34
Though Jada was a little embarrassed to admit her long lasting intrigue in Dalris, doing so quickly revealed she was no longer ashamed of it. Somehow, saying those words proved she didn't need to worry whether she was right or wrong anymore, nor did she have anything to hide.
Instead, she was free to take what she wanted, and there was nothing she wanted more than him.
His response to her admission was arousing as well—or maybe it was his orgasm. Regardless, she was rapt to the fluid way his muscles tensed as he came, the way he groaned in pleasure, and most importantly, how he regarded her with nothing but intense desire and adoration in those azure eyes.
That look robbed her of breath, and the moment his body relaxed with the last of his seed spent, she knew things were just getting started.
Finally, Dalris rasped on a gruff tone, “It doesn't matter if you came to me sooner, las'ira.”
“Why not?”
At her question, he took her arms to guide her back until she was laying across the desk, then lifted her hips and jerked her pants down, replying, “Because I have you now, and I'm going to make you love every second of it.”
She could barely catch her breath as he stripped her followed by lifting her legs over his broad shoulders. Her heart thumped as his mouth latched onto her inner thigh, moving up until he was at the junction between her legs, giving quick flicks of his tongue to her sensitive flesh with a greedy growl.
Letting a sharp cry, Jada's back arched as she mindlessly stroked her hands over her breasts. The groan he let against her made her as wild as the way his tongue batted her clitoris around, ratcheting up her pleasure until she begged, “Please, I can't wait any longer, Dalris!”
She wasn't certain if he needed to join with her just as badly, or if the desperation in her voice convinced him to act. But he released her hips, allowing them to lower to the desk's surface again.
Looking down, she realized the desk was actually the perfect height with his hips just above hers—and the sight of Dalris grasping his erect cock to position against her had her heart nearly stopping with reality setting in. Goddess, are we actually about to do this?
He pushed just inside as the thought struck, and Jada gasped, clutching the edges of the desk while watching their bodies join for the first time without a shred of guilt to be found anywhere. Instead, she couldn't get over how perfect this was—though, considering their size differences, she did wonder if it was even physically possible for them to join entirely.
After all, her draconian wasn't a small man by any means, and despite her readiness for him, it felt as if he only got bigger with every inch. She felt even smaller when he leaned over her as well, planting his hands on each side of her body with his hard, muscular chest heaving above.
Jada couldn't help but stare, mindlessly tracing her fingers along the sinew of his torso and the glowing marks of his arms—just as he pushed fully inside.
“Aah!”
Wide eyed, she peered down to see where they were now joined, and her heart pounded at the erotic sight.
But her cry had confused Dalris, who went completely still.
“Did I hurt you?”
Jada managed to shake her head at his breathless question, lifting a hand to stroke his cheek. “No, you're just so hot inside me … and thick. Did I mention hard?”
He groaned, slowly withdrawing his hips to merge
with her again, and her eyes slid shut with a moan of bliss that only grew louder when he repeated the movement.
“And now?”
Jada shook her head. “Keep going … .”
He did just that, and she clasped the backs of her knees to hold her legs open as he established a steady rhythm between them, the pleasure building until all she could do was feel.
“Oh yes … ,” she moaned low.
Dalris took that as incentive to gain strength, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss before he asked, “Did you ever imagine making love to me, las'ira?”
Her heart skipped at his question, though he was driving so deep she could barely focus. Still, she managed to give a completely honest answer.
“I've fantasized about you, Dalris, so many times.”
He growled as if her admission gave him pleasure. “Does this compare?”
“Oh goddess, no,” Jada groaned truthfully. Not only was the pleasure already reaching heights she'd never imagined, she could feel her bond with him strengthening that very moment.
With it came a single thought, and she knew it as clearly as she knew her own name. Dalris is the one!
Jada gasped, the reality of it crashing down like a led weight, leaving her even more senseless than his lovemaking. In response, she instinctively clutched him tight, her fingers digging into his broad back as he affectionately kissed her neck from one side to the other.
She'd never felt so connected to another person before, each stroke between her legs, every sweet kiss and caress they shared redoubling that sensation until she was squirming beneath him.
“Oh! I-I'm about to explode!”
Hearing this, he kissed his way to one of her ears and seductively urged her on. “You already feel so fucking good. Now show me how much better it gets when you come all over my hard cock.”
He punctuated those words by driving it so deep she bucked, her muscles clamping down as Dalris' mouth latched onto one nipple, then the other, licking and sucking both while driving between her legs.
The pleasure quickly soared to a breaking point, and in an instant, Jada seized up, coming on his cock in a wet rush. Each wave had her crying his name, and he never broke his pace, the steady motions keeping her orgasm going longer than she'd ever experienced—he had to pin her down to keep her from bucking away until it faded.
In turn, she regained enough rational thought to realize two things. First, Dalris hadn't found release, and there was now a wild, possessive look in his eyes that told her they definitely weren't done.
Second? The thought couldn't be more pleasing.
Dalris knew making love to Jada for the first time would be indescribable, but he hadn't expected to be stripped down to nothing but instinctive need and barely able to process a rational thought.
She'd stolen whatever control he'd mustered—and it wasn't much. The harder he'd driven, the louder she got, and if that didn't make it difficult enough to keep a moderate pace instead of hammering away, her confession of fantasizing about him certainly did.
But before giving into his body's demands, all he wanted was to feel his mate coming for him, to know he was the cause of her fervent cries as she thrashed. The way her tight walls constricted around his cock was even better, nearly making him come right along with her.
And if she hadn't already given him an orgasm, he would have.
Yet he managed to hold onto his seed, and couldn't be more satisfied by the result, or maddened. The way she fell limp, laying naked before him and breathlessly whimpering his name shattered his resolve—and he prepared to take much more.
In a mindless daze, Dalris lifted her from the desk and quickly crossed the distance to the bed. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he tried to remember that he could easily hurt her, but in the face of his powerful desires, the thought was dim indeed.
Laying Jada on the mattress, he parted from her body just long enough to remove his pants and toss them across the bed. Following the movement, he settled on his knees and grasped her hips, possessively jerking them in until her legs were around his waist.
She gasped in response, her lips parting to speak, but all that sounded was a loud moan when he drove inside her again with a harsh grunt of effort.
Holding her hips in a tight grip, he mercilessly pounded between her thighs, taking her until the residence was filled with the sound of her overwhelmed cries. In the process, her back arched, and his vision quickly locked on her breasts erotically bouncing from the wild movements.
The sight only made the way her body gripped his cock a hundred times better, as did her resulting plea.
“Please don't fucking stop, Dalris!”
Growling, he returned, “I told you I'd make you beg for it screaming. Does it feel good, las'ira?”
“Yes!” she cried, clawing the sheets in an erotic display that proved her pleasure.
So he kept moving, looking down to watch his cock greedily plunging between her legs with no lack of enjoyment, her quim so wet and tight he nearly couldn't stand it.
Yet, when she bucked as if another orgasm was already on the rise, he immediately stopped. Just as Dalris had wanted their first encounter in the glen to last, he wasn't keen to allow this to end so soon.
Besides, Jada had stolen his control, leaving him a shell of instinctual need, and he wanted her just as wild before allowing her to find release again.
So he withdrew from her body completely.
“No!” she cried. “Don't stop, it was—ah!”
Her exclamation came when he rolled her over, then latched an arm around her waist to hoist her hips up. Once she was on all fours, he mounted her, groaning along with her lusty moan as the heat of her body swallowed him again.
Leaning over her back once joined, he growled against her pointed ear, “It was what?”
Breathless, she whimpered, “So hot … !”
“Were you close to coming again?”
“Yes … !”
“Then it's good I stopped, because I haven't given you nearly enough yet,” he retorted, pressing one hand between her spread legs to play with her swollen clitoris.
Her hips bucked with her breathless gasp. “Dalris! I c-can't take anymore!”
Hearing this, he stroked it harder, growling, “I think you can.”
In response, her head rolled back with a loud, desperate cry, her hips rocking as if urging him to move. So he did, and simply couldn't tell if the way her pussy felt clenching him was better, or how she moaned for it.
Regardless, he drove for more of both, turning her moans into loud cries of his name.
“You need to come now, don't you, las'ira?”
“Yes … !” she whimpered, followed by desperately chanting, “Pleasepleaseplease … ”
“Good girl,” he moaned low, promising, “and just so you're aware, I'm going to spend eternity making every fantasy you've had about me come true.”
At that, he started pounding her from behind, the sweet friction of her flesh sliding across his cock coupled with her cries sending him to the brink in record time.
Jada's body tensed as it bounced, a rush of wetness soaking him while she thrashed with her sudden release. Simultaneously, he grunted as a line of seed shot from his body, causing him to shout her name.
Clutching her hips tight, another followed, then another, bringing him so much pleasure he collapsed to his arms once it was done, their glowing marks slowly fading to black as he held himself aloft over his panting mate. His horns disappeared in turn, proving his dragon blood was finally satisfied, to say nothing for his body, scarcely able to believe this was real.
After several moments, his eyes cracked open to see Jada laying on her stomach beneath him, head turned with several stray locks of hair trailing over her face. She's so damned beautiful … .
Lowering himself to lay on her left side, he gently swept her hair away, then pulled her into his arms. Immediately, Jada embraced him, his eyes sliding shut as their bodies pressed together
, and in those euphoric moments, Dalris knew it didn't matter—real or not, he wasn't giving this up for anything.
It could've only been better if they were back at his Georgian estate where he could shower her with gifts in addition to affection and praise. Wait … gifts?
The thought reminded him of another item still concealed in his pants pocket, and while it wasn't quite what he felt Jada deserved, it was certainly better than nothing at all.
CHAPTER 35
Unable to catch her breath, Jada wasn't sure she'd ever stop reeling from the intensity of her first union with Dalris. She hadn't expected him to be so demanding and affectionate at the same time, but goddess, she'd adored it, and his promise to make her fantasies come true?
One down, a hundred to go.
But there was much more to it than just a euphoric aftermath. Laying against him, she could sense their connection growing, and knew it was real, just as she knew her life would soon be tied to his irrevocably.
For better or worse, Dalris was hers—a sobering thought, and perhaps the consequences would catch up once they were outside of the shrine. But for now, laying so comfortably in the cradle of his arms and secluded from the world, she pretended they'd have a normal life together beyond any doubt, knowing that even if she wanted, she could never let him go.
The thoughts were so blissful she nearly drifted off without notice.
Yet Dalris inadvertently drew her awake when he reached for his pants and started searching the pocket.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
“I forgot to give you something,” he replied, soon lifting his fist in offering.
Jada held up her hand, allowing him to drop a diamond ring into her palm. It was fairly plain, the gem a moderate size, but her breath left her in a rush as it glittered against the firelight of the hearth.
As she admired it, he explained, “Before we left The Cutlass, the barbarian Adravi nearly attacked gave it to me in thanks for saving him, and I thought you might like to have it, at least until I can give you something better.”
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