In a Dragon’s Dream by Riley Storm Page 0,60

stayed in the other half, keeping her distance, inspecting the wound.

“I told you, it’s fine,” he rumbled.

She could feel him watching her as she looked, gently poking at areas around the outside of it. “Remarkable,” she whispered as bright pink skin appeared in an area where a thick scab washed free.

“I’ll be right as rain soon enough,” he rumbled, turning to face away from her when she spun her finger around in a circle.

“You know, I kind of believe you,” she agreed, noting that the back looked even better.

“Just have to be careful with it for the next few hours,” he said, finishing his turn.

Somehow he was closer to her than before. If she didn’t enjoy having him in her space, she would call it looming over her. But he wasn’t looming. That word had negative connotations. Laura didn’t know what the word she was looking for was, because her brain was rapidly turning to mush at his proximity.

You had to have known this might happen when you came in here.

Had she? Laura didn’t recall thinking about it. She’d been concerned with his wound, wanting to ensure it was clean. Fast healing or no, infections could kill anyone. Right? Did that apply to dragons? Just what was their weakness?

“Rak,” she whispered as he ran a fingernail along her shoulder, prompting a bodily response that included goosebumps and hard nipples, among other things.

He could play her body so easily, it was almost unfair.

Laura glanced down between them. Well, apparently she had the same effect on him, so maybe it was fair. Her hand reached out almost involuntarily, gripping him firmly, stroking gently in the shower.

Rak groaned and immediately became harder in her hand. She liked that, liked knowing she could elicit such a reaction in him. That he wanted her to touch him. It made Laura feel powerful, like she had some semblance of control in this wild ride she was on.

One of his giant hands caressed her breast, doing its best to contain her, and failing. To compensate, Rak used both hands. Laura’s eyes became slits, breathing coming deeper as he slowly brought her to arousal.

“Can you even do this?” she asked, noting the various contusions and wounds that covered his body. His chest was beginning to bruise horrifically in the shower, showing exactly where he’d taken the dragon tail blow.

“Well,” he rumbled, turning and leaning up against one wall, out of the water flow. “If I go like this, and you go like…that.”

Laura was grabbed by the hips and pointed away from him, like she was some sort of rag doll. His hands wrapped so far around her, despite her thickness that Laura had no chance of escape, even if she’d wanted to. Which, judging by the furnace blasting between her legs, she had no interest in.

Though her brain was still catching up with it.

“Then, if you bend over here,” Rakell said, giving her the next set of instructions.

She bent at the waist, sticking her ass out at him. Fingers covered in something slippery massaged between her legs. Laura hissed, grabbing on to her knees, wishing she had something to be bent over on, instead of just hanging there. It was a lot to ask, to focus on standing when Rakell was touching her like that.

“Then I think…” he continued almost conversationally from behind, one hand releasing her waist momentarily. “We’re good.”

With the last word, he entered her.

Laura’s knees wobbled and she gasped in surprise. He’d only gone perhaps an inch or so, but the pleasure associated with it almost blinded her. God she’d wanted this more than she’d thought.

He’s turning me into his plaything. Taking me anytime, anywhere that he pleases.

And I love it.

Laura moaned and pushed back into Rak. With him pinned against the wall, he couldn’t avoid it, couldn’t pull away. She had him practically at her mercy—as long as her legs didn’t give out.

Her body protested slightly, but Laura took the pain with the pleasure, allowing them to mix with delicious ecstasy. This was hers, and she wanted it all.

“Oh fuck,” Rak muttered from behind her as she pressed her ass right up against him, then leaned forward and repeated it, pulling nearly all the way out, then pushing back.

Laura felt powerful in that moment. Like she was in control. His pleasure was up to her. She dictated what he got, and when, and how fast. It was exciting. Nearly addictive.

Her hips thrust back harder. She felt the skin smack together, the water spray between