In a Dragon’s Dream by Riley Storm Page 0,37

tweaked a nipple, the other drawing circles just a little too large around her center.

“I need...I need it,” she gasped as he pushed deep inside her.

“Like that?” he asked innocently.

“Yes, but more. Your hands. Please, stop teasing,” she begged. “Make me come.”

“Is that what you want?” he said in a deep commanding voice, speaking right from next to her ear.

Goosebumps shot down her spine, following the path of the electrical shock initiated by his voice. She could feel it now, feel that she was his, and he was taking control of her. Mind, body…spirit? Did he have that part of her?

Not yet, she sensed, but maybe, in time, he—

Rak’s finger closed over her clit at long last, applying direct pressure after many long minutes of agonizing teasing.

Laura was so wound up by this point she nearly collapsed at the familiar pleasurable sensations. They built swiftly. With his touch, it would take her no time at all to explode. Would he let her? Was he going to push her over the top?

“Please, don’t stop,” she moaned, encouraging him to give her that sweet release, the one she craved so much.

The one only he could give her.

This time was no tease. Rak thrust his hips in as deep as they could go, lifting her from the floor until she was but on her tiptoes. His finger pressed harder.

Laura shuddered, approaching the edge. The moment stole her breath away. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t cry out or moan his name. The air was ripped from her lungs with one gasp, and then she writhed hard, unable to move, pinned between a Rak and a hard place.

It was incredible.

Air came rushing back as the explosion spread through her body. Laura cried out, moaned and shouted his name. Her legs failed, but Rak held her up. He wasn’t letting her go, and that solidity allowed Laura to fully collapse into her orgasm.

“Was that what you wanted?” Rak purred into her ear a minute later, sounding like he’d just won a great triumph of some sort.

“Yes,” she gasped, still collecting her wits. “Oh god yes.”

“Good.”

Then he pulled his hips back and thrust them forward, a reminder that he was not yet done with her.

“I don’t know if I can stand,” she moaned. Her legs were jelly after that, her mind still numb.

In response Rak picked her up again like she was nothing to him and lay her back on the counter.

“Will this do?” he asked, stepping forward and again burying himself completely inside her.

“Oh fuck yes,” she gasped, clutching at the edges of the counter as he came at her again. And again.

He started slow, letting her grow accustomed to the more rapid in and out. This was his turn, his pleasure, she realized.

Not that it was going to stop her from—

Laura’s head lolled backward and a wordless scream erupted from her throat as he simply brushed his thumb over her clit. She’d been close enough though that the extra touch set off her body again.

Rak grabbed both her legs and lifted her from the counter slightly, slamming his hips into her, whilst pulling her body back against him.

“Laura!” he roared, calling out her name.

She screamed again, the climax unending, spurred on by Rakell’s brutal yet craved for cock as he thrust it hard into her over and over again.

Just when she couldn’t take it any longer, when she thought she’d reached her limit, he started to play with her clit again.

“No, I…oh god,” she said, another shiver running through her. Again? Her poor body couldn’t take it, could it? She was spent. But he kept rubbing, and she responded.

She looked at him, imploring with her eyes. Rak’s face tightened, and she watched it with intense curiosity as he opened his mouth wide and said something. She couldn’t hear the words anymore, her own body was being assaulted by yet another orgasm.

All she had was his face. Watching it, seeing it, drinking it in as he finally reached his own release.

Perhaps he called out her name again. Maybe he was trying to tell her something. Laura didn’t know. She was enraptured by this man.

When he finally collapsed on top of her, the first thing she did was grab his face with both hands and pull him in for a tender kiss.

Then all sound and feeling promptly came roaring back and Laura melted onto the counter like a liquid, body and mind spent.

For that evening, she had nothing more to give.

They lay like that for an age, lungs