Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 126358 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 632(@200wpm)___ 505(@250wpm)___ 421(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126358 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 632(@200wpm)___ 505(@250wpm)___ 421(@300wpm)
The burning stretch began to melt, transforming into a deep, filling pressure that made me moan again. I was sheathing him, taking this incredible part of him inside me. And somewhere above me, I knew our dragons were doing the same thing.
But the connection I felt with Ryse flared even brighter than the dragon-lust. I felt his love pouring through me…into me and mine flowing into him.
“Careful, little one,” he said hoarsely as I lowered myself further. “Don’t hurt yourself.”
“I can’t stop now—I want all of you,” I whispered. I was driven by a need deeper than the Mating Flight. “All of you inside me, Ryse.”
I sank down the rest of the way, until I was seated fully in his lap, his shaft buried to the hilt inside me.
A moan of pure, shocked pleasure was torn from both of us and for a moment I couldn’t move. The feeling of being so completely filled—so stretched and claimed—was overwhelming. For a long moment, I just stayed there, trembling, letting my body adjust to the thick invader as Ryse held my gaze with his.
“Gods, look at you taking all of me,” he groaned, his eyes dropping to the place where we were joined. “So tight and wet and perfect. You feel so good around me, sweetheart!”
“You feel good inside me,” I admitted, my voice coming out breathless and needy. “I…I’ve never felt anything like this before.”
“I know, little one, but you’re doing so well.” Reaching up, he cupped my cheek. “Love to feel you all around me like this…love to fill you up.”
“I love it, too,” I confessed.
By then, all the pain was gone. There was only a glorious, aching fullness and a building, coiling pleasure that I wanted more of—much more.
Feeling brave and curious, I began to move, a tentative rock of my hips.
“Gods, Auri,” Ryse groaned, his hands tightening on me. “Do that again—let me feel you take me.”
Emboldened by his praise, I found a rhythm, rising and falling, taking him deep. Each stroke drew a gasp or a moan from both of us.
It felt amazing, but the dragon-lust was a rising tide, and my own need was becoming frantic—I felt desperate for more friction, more depth, more everything.
“Ryse,” I panted, my movements growing wilder. “Please… I need… I can’t go slow anymore. I need you to… to take me. Please, take me hard.”
A growl—low and purely male—rumbled from his chest.
“Gods, little one—if that’s what you want.”
And then it was as though the last of his restraint shattered. In one smooth, powerful motion, he rolled us over, pinning me beneath him on the mat.
His sudden dominance—the sheer size of him looming over me—sent a fresh jolt of white-hot arousal straight to my core.
“Hold on, sweetheart,” he growled, his dragon eyes blazing. “I’m going to give you what you need.”
And, hooking his arms under my knees, he spread me wide, opening me completely for him.
Then he drove into me.
It was a deep, powerful thrust that stole the air from my lungs and found a spot inside me I hadn’t known existed.
“Ryse!” I gasped—his name a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure on my lips. “Oh Goddess, yes—more! More!”
His only answer was a growl, but he gave me what I wanted. He set a relentless, pounding pace—each stroke reaching deeper than the last.
The rough mat scraped against my back as his lean hips slapped against my thighs, our skin slick with sweat. The room filled with the sounds of our joining—our ragged breaths…the slapping of skin on skin…my high, broken cries and his low, guttural groans.
And through it all, the mental connection with our dragons sang inside us both. I felt L’eesha’s joyous, furious speed as M’alex chased her through a canyon, felt the wind screaming past her wings. I felt M’alex’s triumphant roar as he finally caught her. And I felt their joining—a burst of celestial fire in the sky, at the exact moment Ryse buried himself to the hilt inside me and roared,
“Mine!”
Our dragons’ climax crashed into ours as M’alex bred L’eesha for the first time—a feedback loop of pure, shattering ecstasy.
My own release tore through me—wave after wave of convulsing pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
Ryse held my hips as my inner walls spasmed around his shaft, and I felt him swell impossibly larger inside me as he reached the peak as well.
Hot pulses of his seed flooded me—each jet synced with the powerful beats of M’alex’s wings far above.
“Yes! Yes!” I cried and arched my back, my fingernails digging into his broad shoulders and scoring his back.
Ryse seemed to love it. He ground himself into me, spurting over and over, filling me until his seed ran down my thighs.
“Mine,” he growled again, looking into my eyes. “You’re mine now, Auri, and I’m never letting you go!”
I wrapped myself around him and held him close, clinging to him, wanting to be with him forever. And far above us, I felt our dragons clinging together too.