sweet but maddening crackle of electricity making her feel as if she was floating. It helped that he seemed to know exactly what he was doing. Far from a mechanical in-and-out, Stark moved in waves, his body reading hers and anticipating what it was craving before she even knew. More than just their bodies, it seemed their minds were intertwined.
“So good,” she cooed, her voice bouncing off the walls of the room and coming back to her as a distorted echo.
For several long seconds, she wondered if she might be losing her mind. The sound of a thousand voices whispered in her head, none of what they said making sense in the slightest. It was like standing just outside the doors of a party, listening to the goings-on but not quite making out the words themselves. Maddening!
Tightening her legs around Stark’s waist, Wyntir pushed herself off the mattress and rolled him onto his back in one fluid motion while keeping him firmly planted inside of her. He blinked up at her in surprise once they settled.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she said, a seductive lilt in her voice. “I’m a dragon. I was born to take control.”
And so, she did.
Rocking her hips at a gentle pace, she closed her eyes and rode him, her fingernails digging into his flesh hard enough to draw blood. He didn’t complain. An expression of sweet agony made the lines on his face deepen, his eyes wide open as he gazed up at her and grabbed two full handfuls of her rump.
His touch was strong and firm, a reminder that he would be more than just a spectator in all of this, even if she was a dragon. Matching her rhythm, he thrust upward, the swaying motion of their hips clicking together like two blocks with perfectly lined edges.
She leaned into him, pulled on his bottom lip with her teeth, and then smiled. Without breaking eye contact, she rested her forehead against his, a tender moan floating out from between her lips as her insides started to clench. She was no stranger to pleasure, but she hadn’t been expecting to feel the crack of pleasure’s whip this soon again. And yet, it was already happening.
Her body was boiling from the inside out, her mind fraying at the edges, and she could feel the tidal wave coming for her. Again. Instead of giving her pause, it just made her ride him even harder. Straightening herself up, she threw her head back, laughing as her long hair brushed against her naked shoulder blades, and she gave him all that she had.
Her movements went from tender to merciless, her thighs tightening into a death trap, but that did little to slow him down. Instead, it only made him start thrusting even more wildly, so much that soon enough she was no longer moving. With his hands firmly planted on her back side, he forced her to remain perfectly still as he pistoned into her, his hips hovering over the mattress each time he drove his entire length into her.
“Oh, god,” she moaned, pleasure bubbling up her throat. It turned into sound as it reached her mouth and came out as a scream powerful enough to shatter glass. Only instead of glass, her body shattered, trembling from vicious spasms that shook her—body, heart and soul.
And yet, Stark kept on thrusting.
Instead of giving her time to pull herself together, he forced her to ride the crest of her climax over and over again, each thrust of his hard length amplifying her pleasure tenfold. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced.
Finally taking pity on her, he slowed to a stop, gripping her hips until his knuckles turned white. Blue flames of lust danced in his eyes and Wyntir dragged her teeth over her bottom lip in anticipation. With a surprisingly animalistic snarl, he slid out from under her so fast she fell to her hands and knees, which was apparently exactly where he wanted her.
Positioning himself directly behind her, Stark was able to see every single detail of her nakedness. Normally, feeling so vulnerable and exposed… Well, it never happened. Wyntir was a dragon, the most powerful shifter on the planet, yet her feminine taste allowed some types to think she was weak. It was a point of pride to never allow herself to be in such a position, but instead of trying to wrest back control, she actually wanted to relinquish it to Stark, to feel vulnerable. In