with his sharp teeth.
But none of those sensations compared to the slide of his cock as he pumped his hips. His hand over her sex kept her pinned in place, forcing her to take every bit of him. At this angle, she felt every one of the ridges along his shaft, and they struck her in all the right places.
“My heartsong,” Arysteon growled, his rhythm gaining urgency. That extra speed, combined with the stimulation against her sensitive inner flesh, made her combust.
Leyloni came again as his seed, hot and forceful, filled her. She covered her mouth and squeezed her eyes shut as she convulsed, the powerful sensations locking her muscles and stealing her breath. Though his rhythm faltered, Arysteon did not relent in his motions. His every thrust pushed her higher and higher until the ecstasy was so immense that her consciousness shattered.
When the shards of her mind finally pieced themselves back together, Arysteon’s ministrations had become tender and soothing—though his touch remained pleasurable and arousing. He brought her down from that impossible peak slowly with his fingertips, lips, and tongue, and the press of his hard body against her back grounded her.
“I could not wait,” he rumbled apologetically.
Leyloni’s lips spread into a slow, contented smile. “I thought it was a good way to wake up. A very good way.” She opened her eyes. Early dawn light was creeping through the leaves overhead, silhouetting them against a gray sky.
Arysteon chuckled, and his shaft throbbed within her, creating another burst of pleasure. “I shall remember that always, my heartsong.”
He lifted his hand away from her sex. His fingertips glistened with her essence, but she glimpsed them for only an instant before he slipped them into his mouth. Her eyes flared. He moaned appreciatively, his tongue emerging to run across his lips once he’d withdrawn his fingers.
“I have waited an eternity to taste you directly, Leyloni.” His voice was even lower than before.
He drew back his hips, slipping his cock out of her sex, and gently rolled her onto her back. His seed seeped from her. Their eyes met as he took hold of one of her calves and guided it to the other side of his body, opening her legs wide.
“But your seed,” Leyloni said. “You just—”
He cut her off with a snarl. “Nothing will keep me from tasting you, my heartsong. I hunger.”
Anticipation thrummed through Leyloni as his gaze trailed down to focus on her sex.
His tail lashed behind him. The sensual heat and hunger in his eyes burned brighter than ever, and her core clenched as a fresh wave of need swept through her.
“You are so beautiful,” Arysteon said reverently. He settled his hands on her knees and slid them up her thighs, making her legs tremble. Even as his hands moved, he shifted his body backward, his head dipping toward her pelvis—his mouth dipping toward her sex.
He looked up to meet her gaze as he extended his tongue, his movements so slow and deliberate that she couldn’t help but catch her lower lip between her teeth and clench the blanket in her fists.
A happy squeal broke the early morning silence, and Arysteon froze with his tongue a hair’s breadth from Leyloni’s pleasure nub.
Serek’s squeal was followed by the wet sound of the baby blowing through his lips, which in turn was followed by his self-amused giggles.
Arysteon released a heavy breath through his nostrils. As slowly as he’d been extending it, he drew his tongue back into his mouth and pressed his lips into a tight line. His brow fell low, and his fingers flexed, claws prickling her thighs.
A thrill coursed through Leyloni, but it could not stop her from laughing at the frustration on her mate’s face. “I suppose we found the one thing that can deny you your taste, dragon.”
He lifted his gaze to meet hers again, narrowing his eyes. “You find humor in my suffering, human?”
She laughed a little harder. “You are not the only one currently suffering, but yes, I do.”
Hooking his hands around her thighs, Arysteon dragged her suddenly closer, eliciting another laugh from her in the process. He dropped his mouth to her belly to press a heated kiss to her skin. “Mark my words, Leyloni—I will lap your essence directly from its source before the day’s end. But for now…” He moved his hand between her thighs and slid the pad of his finger over her sex, gathering his dripping seed and carefully pushing it back into her. The possessiveness in his