Page 127 of Bound By Fire
I lean over her back and slide my hand around her hip and down between her thighs. I find her clit, already swollen and slippery, and I drag two fingers in slow, tight circles right on top of it.
She bucks against me.
“Yes…ohhhh…yes…” she yells.
I press a little harder. I keep my hips moving, slower now, deeper, every thrust grinding up into her where she needs it most.
I shout in triumph when I feel her tighten around me and start to spasm. Then her pussy goes vise-tight around my cock. Her body shakes under mine, her clit pulsing against my fingertips, her channel rippling and squeezing in waves, and that’s it.
I let go.
A roar rips out of my chest. My dragon is so close that I pop a few scales on my chest, which somehow makes me come harder. I feel my eyes shift, and I don’t bother trying to stop them this time. I drive into her, deep, and I let myself empty into her as I crunch through the middle, my fingers digging into her hip, my fingers strumming on her clit.
I’m shaking as I keep pumping into her.
I make another sound when the last pulse rolls through me. Halfway between a grunt and a groan.
“Holy shit,” Robyn says between pants.
“Yeah.” It’s all I’ve got.
I ease out of her.
I take off the rest of my clothes, dropping them on the floor.
Robyn is still bent over the sofa, my seed running down her inner thighs.
My chest vibrates with a low growl as my dragon prowls.
Mine,he snarls.
For a few days, buddy,I warn.
I run my palm up the back of one of her thighs, and she shivers.
“Come here.” I straighten her up and turn her into me.
She comes willingly. Her face tips up. Her eyes are still soft and unfocused, pupils blown. Her mouth is parted.
I kiss her, savoring her.
“Let’s go to your bed,” I say it against her lips.
“Mmm.” She nods. “Okay.”
I bend and scoop her up, one arm under her thighs, the other behind her back. She makes a small sound and clutches at my shoulder.
I carry her down the hall anyway.
I sit on the edge of the bed, and I keep her with me, turning her so that she’s straddling my lap, her knees on either side of my hips, her hands sliding into the back of my hair.
I’m hard again.
She feels it. She rolls her hips against me, slow and curious, and her eyes go wide.
“Again?” she asks.
“Yes.” I trail my hand up her back. “Unless you need a break?”
