Page 63 of Draven

Draven shook his head, his thumb brushing gently against my cheek.

"Don't apologize," he said softly. "I needed that too."

Draven closed his fingers on the back of my neck and plundered my mouth, deepening the kiss.

My cock woke in my jeans. I wanted to feel Draven inside me again, claiming me as his.

I clawed at his clothes and he reached for the hem of my shirt. Clothes had to go, I thought and it seemed we both had the same thought.

In moments, we were both naked, with Draven above me. He sealed his mouth over mine, while pinning my arms above my head.

A thrill of anticipation slid down my spine. I liked the illusion of helplessness and I knew it was an illusion, because never in a million years would my dragon hurt me.

He released my hands, so he could leave more kisses down my neck, chest and stomach.

Draven gave the leaking tip of my thickening cock a kiss, making me groan.

“How do you want me?” I asked.

“On fours,” he said, the command in his voice making me shudder.

Draven dragged me to the edge of the bed, helping me get into position. I willingly parted my legs, moaning as he slid two, three digits inside my ass.

There wasn’t a need to, because I was more than ready for him. Either way, my dragon liked to be prepared.

Once he considered me ready, Draven gripped my hips and pushed in. I gasped as he drove in without pause.

In no time at all, he was hilt deep. I breathed in and out, relishing how thick and full he felt inside me.

Draven began riding me, beginning with slow and measured strokes, before ramping up the pace.

I panted, clawing at the sheets, meeting him for every thrust. Each time our bodies joined, it felt like a piece of my soul brushed against his own.

My wolf and his dragon. We made for a perfect pair.

Draven shifted the angle of his entry and I gasped as he brushed against my sweet spot. He kept going for the spot. I whimpered, arching my back.

My balls tightened against my body. Pressure steadily built inside me but at his last push, I broke open.

The room fell away from my line of sight and my mind shattered. Draven entered me a few more times, before climaxing and filling me with his seed.

I collapsed on the sheet, feeling completely satisfied. Draven found a towel from my drawer. He cleaned us up, before sliding next to me in bed.

Draven held me against the warmth of muscled body for a few moments. We didn’t speak right away, there wasn’t a need to.

All was right with the world, I thought.

Draven then leaned in, his breath warm against my skin. A surge of anticipation coursed through me.

It felt like the moment was charged with an electric tension. Draven grazed his lips against the skin of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensation, my heart pounding in my chest.

Suddenly, I felt the pressure of his teeth against my skin, the sharpness of his fangs just barely grazing the surface.

It was a delicate balance between pleasure and pain, a threshold I was willing to cross for Draven, for us.

But then, Draven hesitated, his movements faltering for a fleeting moment. I could almost sense the turmoil within him.