with his scent, to find his release in her, to fill her with his seed. He needed to make her his in every way.
With a snarl, he caught Leyloni’s wrists in his hands and pushed them to the ground on either side of her head, forcing her onto her back. She went easily. Her thighs fell open, and Arysteon positioned himself between them, shuddering when his stem fell upon her slick, parted sex. Her heat teased him, beckoned him.
Leyloni looked up at him with half-lidded eyes that were glossy with pleasure. Her cheeks were flushed, and her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. His eyes dipped to her chest covering, which concealed her from his gaze, hiding her smooth, pale, speckled skin and rounded breasts.
Releasing her wrists, he set his fingers to the lacings of her top. All the heat, energy, and lust pumping through his veins made his movements frantic. He clenched is jaw in frustration as he fumbled with the knot. When that knot somehow became only tighter and more tangled, he bared his teeth at it.
Growling, Arysteon hooked a claw under the knot and wrenched up, slicing the ties apart. As he pulled the lacings loose and worked her covering open to expose her breasts with their pink nipples, he realized Leyloni was shaking beneath him. Her movement, though subtle, created friction between her slit and his stem, sending tiny pulses of pleasure through his body that quickly grew into nearly overwhelming waves.
He looked up to find Leyloni’s eyes sparkling with humor and one of her hands over her mouth to muffle her laughter.
The sight was unexpected enough to give him pause. His heart warmed impossibly further, and a smile tugged up on his lips. “What is amusing, Leyloni?”
She lifted her hand away to reveal a wide grin. “A powerful dragon frustrated by a little knot.”
He cupped her cheek with one hand, hooking his thumb beneath her chin, and leaned closer. “You do not know how long I have awaited you, my heartsong.”
Her eyes softened, and her expression sobered.
Curling his other hand around the back of her thigh, he guided her leg around his waist. She moved her other leg into place unbidden.
Arysteon drew his hips back just enough to position the tip of his stem at her entrance. He eased in—just a little—and growled. She was slick, hot, and so, so tight. Leyloni’s eyes flared, and she caught her bottom lip with her teeth as her brows creased.
“You are my mine to provide for, mine to protect. Mine to breed.” Arysteon stroked her jaw with his thumb and lowered his face so that their mouths were a breath apart. Hooking her lower lip with his claw, he tugged it free of her teeth. “You are mine, Leyloni, and nothing will stand between us.”
He slammed his mouth down upon hers, claiming her cry as he thrust his hips forward and buried his stem deep in her wet heat.
Sharp, tearing pain struck Leyloni upon Arysteon’s entry. She had known it would come, had anticipated it, but no forewarning could overcome the reality of it.
Leyloni’s body went rigid, and her hands flew to her dragon’s shoulders, gripping tight and raking her nails over his scales. She squeezed her eyes shut. Her reflexes and instinct nearly drove her to shove him away, but she knew in her heart that pushing away from Arysteon was the last thing she wanted to do. She just…needed a moment.
Arysteon’s long, thick cock pushed deeper, stretching Leyloni, filling her, and her sex clenched against the intrusion. He groaned and shuddered as he leaned his forehead against hers. Though brimming with tension, his body went incredibly still. His voice was a harsh rasp when he said, “You are in pain.”
Leyloni opened her eyes and looked up at him. His expression was tight, and his gaze swirled with a chaotic mix of genuine concern and ravenous desire.
“It will be over soon,” she said quietly. The pain had already faded considerably, leaving only a slight burning sensation and that incredible fullness.
She released her hold on his shoulders and smoothed her hands over his chest, exploring the texture of his scales. Taking a deep breath, she willed her body to ease, focusing on the sensations beyond her lingering discomfort. She focused on the feel of his warm scales against her skin, on the pulsing of his shaft inside her, on his spice and storm scent enveloping her, on the pounding of his heart beneath her palm.
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