Page 18 of Blazing Joysticks
He met her gaze as he entered her slowly. Then he took her lips in a kiss and pushed forward, filling her in a smooth glide. She squealed into the kiss, her body adjusting to his size. He filled her. So full. He was big and she hadn’t had much experience, but he kissed her again, mating their tongues together and she relaxed.
She gave herself into the kiss, loving the feel of his lips all over her mouth, jaw, and neck. Then his mouth was back on hers, taking, owning, possessing her with deep strokes and erotic rubbing.
Keir pulled back and pressed forward, driving into her. Not too hard, but enough to make her grip his shoulders. Then he did it again, harder. He licked up her jaw to her ear. “That’s it. See how perfect you are for me? So perfect, my kitty cat.”
She choked on a breath, her body humming with each drive. She couldn’t do more than cling to him as he thrust into her, pushing her hard against the door. “Keir,” she gasped. “More.”
“I’ll give you more, kitten,” he drove deep, rocked his hips, and propelled back. “I’ll give you everything.”
She whimpered, her muscles tensing with each drive. Then, she felt something start to unravel inside her. Another drive and a new sensation flowed through her. An emotion she had no business feeling for Keir. It wasn’t the time for that. She jerked his head down, needing a kiss to stop her from thinking too much. Heat gathered in her chest, growing with every slide of his tongue over hers.
Thrust after thrust, he pinned her against the door and took her body like he owned her. And at that moment, he did. She’d given him that power, and she wasn’t sorry. Every glide of his cock into her body was a push closer to pleasure’s edge.
He pulled back and drove deep. “Moan for me, kitty cat.”
“Keir,” she moaned. “I’m so close.”
He grumbled a laugh into her neck and licked her again. “Don’t worry, kitten. I’ll take you right where you want to go.”
“Please.”
He drove deep and pulled back. Then did it again. And again. Each time his thrusts growing faster. Rougher. He felt bigger inside her.
The tightness in her core turned into a flurry of unraveling sensations. She dug her nails deep into his neck, scratching him as her orgasm took hold. Then she flew. Pleasure flowed over her, taking her with the tide.
His hold on her ass cheeks turned painful. His drives increased in speed until she thought she was burning from the inside, until she swore he had a piece of steel branding her as his. She gasped for air, and he stiffened. He groaned, his lips hovering over her neck. His cock pulsed in her channel, filling her.
They stayed there, just like that with him inside her and pressing her against the door, his cock firmly entrenched in her. She tried to catch her breath, running her nails into his hair. He raised his head from her neck and met her gaze.
“You’re much too precious for me to act as if this didn’t happen tomorrow.”
“Why are you saying that?”
“Because you are. And now, I’m taking you to your bed,” he kissed her and then met her gaze again. “And I’m going to eat you up.”
“Keir,” she mumbled. A hot shudder raced down her back. He grinned.
“Don’t worry, kitten. You’re going to like it.”
Crap. “That’s the problem,” she grumbled as he carried her to her room. “What happens if I like it too much? Then what am I supposed to do?”
He deposited her on the bed and moved between her legs, staring at her sex. “Keep me.”
NINE
Keir awoke to unfamiliar surroundings, his senses immediately attuned to the warm presence beside him. Cat lay curled against his side, her chestnut hair fanned out across the pillow, her face peaceful in sleep. The events of the previous night rushed back to him, filling him with a mixture of awe and contentment he’d never experienced in his four centuries of existence.
His dragon, usually a restless force within him, purred with satisfaction. There was no doubt in Keir’s mind now - Cat was his mate. The realization should have terrified him, given his long-standing aversion to commitment, but instead, it felt right. Natural. As if all the centuries he’d lived had been leading him to this moment, to her.
Keir propped himself up on one elbow, drinking in the sight of Cat’s sleeping form. She looked so vulnerable, so trusting. He remembered the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes last night, the moment of hesitation before she’d given in to their mutual desire. His protective instincts surged. He’d do anything to keep her safe, to prove to her what they shared was real and lasting.
As if sensing his gaze, Cat stirred, her eyelids fluttering open. For a moment, confusion clouded her expression, quickly replaced by recognition and then - to Keir’s dismay - a flash of panic.
“Good morning,” he said softly, wanting to put her at ease. “How did you sleep?”
Cat sat up, clutching the sheet to her chest. “I... fine. Good morning.” She glanced around her own bedroom, her cheeks flushing. “I... um... should probably get up.”
Keir’s heart sank at her apparent discomfort, but he kept his voice calm. “There’s no rush. Why don’t I make us some breakfast first? I make a mean omelet.”