Page 95 of Red Captive

Jen nods once, then she reaches down and kisses me. It’s soft but hot as hell. Her nipples abrade my chest. I grip her jaw and angle my mouth to get more of her.

Jen takes my face in her hands and kisses me like I’m the air she breathes. Like I’m the sun, the moon, and all of the stars. When she pulls back, her eyes are hazy with need. Her hands are on my chest. My cock is still buried deep inside her.

I lean in and suck on one of her nipples, cupping her breasts in both my hands. They’re full and soft. So fucking beautiful. Jen groans, her head falling back just a little. Her dark hair is about her shoulders. The strands are still damp.

I hold on to her hips and lift her up and then ease her back down on my cock. I groan, and Jen whimpers. Her face gets a pinched look. Her eyes are glazed. Her breathing is ragged.

“Good?”

“Soooo good.” Her eyes drift shut. “I already want more. I want this again.”

I do, too.

I want tomorrow and the next day. I want all the days and all the nights. I want us, but I think that might be my dragon talking because it holds no logic.

I ease her up and down my cock, gently thrusting into her from below. Holy fucking shit, but I’m dying. I want to come so badly. My balls are tight. They feel like they’ve lodged themselves into my throat.

Up and down.

Nice and easy.

This has to last.

Her eyes are wide, and she’s panting hard. I look down to where we are joined. Her pussy is stretched wide to accommodate me. Her slit is pink and glistening. So pretty.

Mine.

I’m not going to last too much longer, and from the noises Jen is making, neither is she.

I smile at her, and she gives me a tight smile back. “Ready to come, sweetheart?”

“Yes.” She moves faster on the end of my cock. “Oooohhhh…yeeees.” Her breasts bounce as she starts to pick up the pace, making strangled, desperate noises that mimic mine.

I need her to come before I embarrass myself by doing it first, so I put the tip of my thumb on her clit, and her eyes roll back. Her pussy flutters and then spasms around me. My balls tighten; everything is wound up tight. I can barely move or breathe.

Then I am coming. It happens in a rush. My teeth sharpen.

Bite.

Take.

Mine.

I grit my teeth at the pleasure that courses through me, the sheer force of which shocks me to my core. I roar her name into the apartment as I empty myself inside her.

Want.

Claim.

I keep moving, keep feeling. I don’t give in to my dragon. I can’t!

Once I am sure to have wrung every ounce of pleasure from Jen, I ease off as she slumps against me, still on top of me, her forehead damp. Her whole body is heaving.

We’re both struggling to catch our breath. I pull out as she moves to lie next to me.

“I’ll be back. Don’t go anywhere,” I tell her.

“I won’t.” She sounds groggy.