Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 154368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 772(@200wpm)___ 617(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 772(@200wpm)___ 617(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
At the stretch.
At the fullness.
The room was so quiet she could hear the wet sound of him entering her.
Every inch he fed her felt like molten silk sliding over frost-kissed velvet—a delicious contradiction that made her shiver from scalp to toes. Her breath hitched in tiny, needy pants against his shoulder.
"Breathe, little queen."
She tried. Her chest rose and fell. And slowly, carefully, Korin pushed deeper.
One finger all the way in.
Then two.
The second finger stretched her wider, a sweet, aching burn that quickly melted into liquid heat pooling low in her belly. She could feel every subtle ridge of his knuckles, every slow drag against sensitive inner flesh that made her thighs tremble uncontrollably.
“Mmmm.” Sol's hands fisted in the silk sheets.
Korin's thumb found her clit again and rubbed slow circles there while his fingers moved inside her. Each lazy swirl of his thumb sent sparks racing up her spine, while inside, his fingers curled in a slow, searching rhythm—stroking places that made her hips lift off the bed in helpless little jerks, chasing more of that impossible pleasure. “Do you like how I touch you?”
“Y-yes.”
“You’re such a good little queen, letting me touch this pussy.”
Sol's hips rocked against his hand, chasing the pleasure.
"That's it.” His fingers curled inside her and hit a spot that made her whole body jerk — a shock of pleasure so sudden her teeth clicked together. He pressed there again and the spot bloomed outward, making her toes curl and frost-laced skin flush hot.
Her beast slammed against her ribs. Frost crackled along her knuckles where she gripped the sheets.
Sol cried out. “Oh!”
"Found it." Korin’s voice went dark and satisfied. “That’s what I wanted.”
He rubbed that spot again.
And again.
Sol's whole body trembled.
The pleasure built.
Higher.
Tighter.
Her beast rose with it, pressing against her skin from the inside, frost spreading up her forearms.
Closer.
The coil inside her tightened unbearably, every curl of his fingers winding it higher until her whole body felt like it might shatter from the inside out—pleasure so sharp and bright it bordered on pain, yet she never wanted it to stop.
"Korin!"
“Yes. So good. Let go. Cum for me, little queen." His fingers curled one more time.
Frost glittered along her skin in delicate fractals before melting into warm, trembling aftershocks.
“Oh!” Her back arched off the bed. “Oh! Oh! Oh!”
Korin groaned. "Beautiful."
He worked her through it. His fingers moving, his thumb rubbing, until she was gasping, shaking, and completely spent.
Sol collapsed back onto the bed. Her chest heaved. Her thighs were still trembling and she couldn't make them stop. The silk sheets felt unbearably soft against her oversensitive skin.
Inside her chest, her beast lay quiet for the first time since she'd woken and purred in pure satisfaction.
Korin pulled his fingers out slowly, brought them to his mouth, and licked them clean. “Mmm. So delicious and all mine.”
Sol's eyes widened.
Korin’s golden eyes burned into hers. "I knew you would be tasty, but I didn’t know it would be this good."
Sol's face flamed.
“But there’s still so much more I want to show you.”
“M-more?”
“Yes. That was barely the beginning.” Korin settled between her thighs. His cock pressed against her entrance.
Hard.
Hot.
Ready.
He looked down at her. "Can I show you, queen?"
Sol's heart pounded. She looked up at the hunger in his eyes and at the way he waited for her answer even though his entire body was trembling with need.
Should I?
She could feel the old version of herself—the Lowly girl who guarded all the fragile pieces of her heart so no one would break them—standing at the edge of this moment. And she realized something. She did not want to stay untouched or afraid anymore.
Sol lifted her chin and met his eyes fully. “Yes, king. Show me.”
Chapter forty-five
What Burned and What Remained
Korin
Sol lay beneath Korin.
Naked.
Wet.
Her thighs spread wide. Her pussy glistening and ready.
And she'd said yes, king.
Korin’s cock throbbed so hard it hurt. His fangs pushed against his gums, threatening to pierce through.
He wanted to destroy her.
Wanted to slam into her so hard the bed shattered.
Wanted to fuck her until she screamed his name and forgot every other thought in her head.
Wanted to tear her apart and rebuild her with his cock buried so deep inside her that she'd never feel empty again.
But he couldn't.
Not yet.
She was a virgin.
And no matter how badly his beast howled for her, no matter how desperately he wanted to claim her, he had to be careful.
He had to go slow.
Korin gritted his teeth. His jaw ached from the effort of holding back. His hands trembled as he positioned himself between her thighs.
He hoped he looked calm. Controlled. Like a dragon king who knew what he was doing.
But inside?
Inside was pure insanity.
All this time, he could not have sex. To pierce a human woman would have been to kill her. A dragon’s sperm and girth was lethal to human flesh.
Therefore, it had been a century since he'd had a dragoness. So long since he'd felt the tight, wet heat of a woman wrapped around his cock.