Page 4 of The Dragon King

“You know me well enough to understand I don’t let anything go.” His eyes shifted away, and he breathed a quiet breath.

“I don’t want it to be this way,” I whispered. “I want it to be how it was before, how it was outside the forest.” When we were so close we were practically one person, when the barrier between us was finally gone and our souls touched. He finally let me see who he really was.

His eyes remained averted. “It was all I could think about when I walked in the door, wondering if another man had slept in the bed where I’m supposed to lie with you.”

“Well, he didn’t,” I said. “So come back to me.”

His eyes remained directed out the window, looking at the forest in the dying light. Minutes passed, and his anger slowly dimmed like the fading sun. When his anger passed, he looked at me again,the walls down, his eyes dark like midnight but warm like the sands in the desert.

I felt the smile move over my lips. “There you are…”

Chapter 2

Talon

My arms were hooked underneath her thighs, and I pressed a hard kiss to her slick sex, feeling lips fuller than the ones on her mouth. The second she felt the heat of my mouth, she arched her back and released a whimper as her nails clawed into the flesh of my forearms. I kissed her again and again, taking my time because we were on a soft mattress rather than the hard ground, both clean from our showers.

Her taste had been on my lips the moment we parted, a scar that hadn’t faded, a memory so vivid it felt like reality. But now, I tasted her again—and my memory hadn’t done it justice.

She whimpered and shed her wet tears, thrusting her sex into my mouth. It took just a few minutes for her to release and grind against me, to arch her back hard and flail like she had no control of her body.

Knowing I was her one and only turned me on like crazy, that the pretty elf man had tried to take what was mine and failed. He might be a commander, but I was a king. My lips left hers, and I moved up her body so my dick could relish the fruits of my labor.

But instead of opening her thighs to my hips, she guided me onto my back and moved on top of me. Her wet sex sat on my fire-hot dick, and her lips gave a sexy moan.

I felt the pull on all my tendons, the desperation to be inside that wetness. My hands gripped her hips harder than I should have, and I released a breath louder than I meant to. Every second I wasn’t inside her made me more desperate.

Her confidence waned as she grabbed my dick and directed me inside her. I was the one who was always on top, the one who did all the fucking, which I was perfectly fine with. But she wanted to reciprocate, though she still didn’t quite know how.

I lifted myself against the headboard to sit up and then guided myself inside her, watching her slide down and sheathe me. My eyes closed because it felt so damn good, like we hadn’t been fucking like rabbits for days, and it felt even better because I could see how much she wanted me. How much she needed me. Could feel her forgiveness and her commitment. Her lack of experience made it that much better, because I was the only man she’d ever wanted.

She slid down until there was nowhere else to go, and she released a shaky breath mixed with a wince.

My cock twitched inside her.

Her hands gripped my shoulders, and she brought herself close, arching her back farther than ever. As I’d taught her before, she rose and fell and rocked her hips at the same time, riding me down to the base before she lifted herself once again.

Damn.

She started to move quick and jerkily, her breaths growing heavy, and her nails began to claw me.

I grabbed her hips and slowed her down. “Baby…” I wouldn’t last like this, not with the taste of her sweetness on my mouth and her pussy fucking my dick hard because she wanted to come again.

She matched the movements of my hands, resting her forehead against mine, her eyes down on my lips.

Fuck, this was worse.

My hands spanned her waist before I moved one hand into the valley between her tits, feeling her heartbeat right under the skin, feeling the soul attached to it. She was flesh and blood, good and innocent, unbreakable despite all the attempts to shatter her. I was a man who’d pissed away any chance of redemption, and I stood in the shade of her beacon of light because it made me feel whole…even for just a moment.

Her hand moved to mine and squeezed, just under her tit, where her frantic heart continued to race. She was right at the edge of her desire, ready to combust in a fire that would burn this whole forest. A flush entered her cheeks, her eyes glistened like morning dew on a flower, and her body contracted on me before she trembled.

When I felt her come around me, my hand left her chest and moved to her neck instead, clutching her hard enough to feel her frantic pulse under the skin. My dick was hard as steel as her body gripped me like a hand gripped the hilt of a sword. Her hips convulsed, and she turned into a teary-eyed mess on top of me, tits up with hard nipples sharp as daggers.

“Fuck.” I squeezed her so hard I nearly choked her. I dumped everything inside that tightness and made her mine for the twelfth time since we’d been reunited. A line of women could have entertained me in her absence, but no woman ever satisfied me the way she did. No woman ever brought me this close to the sun.

I finally released her neck and watched her take a deep breath once her airway was clear. She lay on the rumpled bed beside me, her naked body slightly illuminated by the fireflies that danced outside the window. A sheen of sweat sparkled across her beautiful skin. She lay there and immediately closed her eyes.

I was still against the headboard as I looked down at her, her perfect body on display like she was about to be painted for a portrait to adorn a wall in the castle. Little scars were on her body, but I’d stopped noticing them a long time ago.