He obliged, his fingers working in a rhythm that had her panting and writhing beneath him. The intensity built within her, a coiling spring of desire that threatened to snap at any moment.
“Sard, I think I’m going to?—”
Before she could finish the sentence, her body convulsed in a powerful spasm.
She cried out, her vision whiting out as pleasure washed over her in waves.
Sard continued to stroke her through it, drawing out the sensation until she was limp and gasping for air.
Even though she’d pleasured herself before, alone, doing this with the man she loved was a different, much more intense experience that made her feel delightfully good yet also dangerously vulnerable.
Because right now, she was totally unguarded.
He could do anything he wanted, tell her anything about herself, and she’d believe it, tear her down and stomp her to pieces, and she’d just let it happen. He could hurt her if he wanted.
As the aftershocks subsided, Sard withdrew his fingers and licked them, closed his eyes. “Mm.”
“What are you doing?” she asked, shocked.
“Memorizing your taste.” He crawled up her body, his eyes gleaming with hunger. “Addictive and sweet.”
Her chest squeezed. “You always make me feel like I’m more than enough.”
“You are everything.” He slid his cock along her slick folds. His hard-soft, bumpy skin stroked her, reawakening her desires with new intensity.
She loved the feel of him between her thighs, claiming him right back. “Ah, but don’t go inside, okay?”
He shoved both hands under her buttocks and squeezed as he rocked his metal-ribbed cock against her. An ordinary man would be incapable of doing that, but he floated at exactly the right angle to make her gasp. Excitement and heat pooled between her thighs.
“Or maybe just a little inside…is okay…”
Sard’s large cock pressed against her damp entrance.
Julie’s breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest and an answering throbbing in her center.
His eyes glittered on her, violent and possessive, but it didn’t show in his movements.
He pushed forward so slowly, it made her want to cry.
And even though he was large, she rocked against the discomfort, feeling microtremors of pleasure as her pussy welcomed in her first man.
Sard gripped her hips, his breath leaving him in an explosive gust. “Do not…I can barely contain…”
All at once, the tension disappeared, and he eased in. Her body stretched to accommodate him, and the fullness was both intense and deeply satisfying.
He groaned, pausing to give her time to adjust. Sweat dripped off his body, and he rested his forehead against hers. “Julie. You are squeezing me so tight. I can’t hold back much longer.”
“Claim me, then.” She wrapped her legs around his waist.
With a low groan, he began to move, carefully, so every one of his piercings glided inside her like he was made just perfectly for her.
The ring in the tip thrust exactly into her deepest pleasure spot, and stars glimmered on the edges of her vision.
Each thrust sent shock waves of pleasure through her body, but also something more.
The biggest and most meaningful orgasm of her life built up.
Julie clung to Sard helplessly, her nails digging into his shoulders as she met his thrusts with her own.
The bed creaked withtheir mingled moans and the wet slap of skin against skin. Sard’s pace increased, his control slipping as he drove into her again and again.
“Julie.” His voice broke. “You…are…mine!”
His release flooded her while he roared, and it unleashed her own orgasm.
She cried, spasming violently over his throbbing cock, her body quivering so intensely, she didn’t recognize herself.
He collapsed, crushing her to the bed, and she tremored under his heavy body, feeling pressed in and safe like under a weighted blanket.
Everything was different now. She stroked his damp back. She was broken and remade by Sard Carnelian. And it was so perfect, she didn’t even want to speak, because any words would just ruin it.
He must feel the same because theyeventually eased apart and fell asleep together in the sheets, leaving all the lights on and everything.
At this exact moment, Julie hadnever in her whole life felt more certain of herself, more confident, more loved.
Which was why, the following morning as she slowly came awake to him staring at her in the early sunlight, her heart swelled in her chest, and it felt like her whole life led up to this moment, being here in the arms of the man she admired.
“I love you,” she blurted.
“I wish I could say the same,” he said tenderly.
It took a moment for his words to register because his expression was so loving. She thought, for one happy instant, he’d said he loved her too. But suddenly she realized with a cold flash that he hadn’t said that at all.
She sat up abruptly. “Uh, what?”
His expression froze.
Her heart panged. “Sard?”
Outside, a helicopter clattered as if it were low over the horizon.
His eyes flew wide with panic.
She came awake instantly, flushing with the same alarm that clearly went through him.
He leaped out of bed. “They found me.”
“Who found you?” she asked, to an empty room because he flew out of the cabin stark naked, letting the door bang behind him.
She dragged on a shirt and pants, shoved her sockless feet into shoes, and hurried outside, zipping up her light jacket to try to disguise the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Outside, a massive alien ship hovered over her little cabin, causing wind like a helicopter overhead. She staggered back in shock.
Sard stood in the center of the clearing, shoulders thrown back, head high, and still completely naked. Two unfamiliar dragons circled overhead.
To her right side, a man wearing a suit and sunglasses landed. It was Syenite, Sard’s bodyguard.
The two dragons landed on either side of Sard. The ground trembled under her feet.
“It’s time,” one of the dragons growled, his gold piercings glinting against his sky-blue scales.
“I’m ready,” Sard responded.
Maybe it was because she’d spent so much time around female dragons, but she didn’t feel frightened by all these dragon men, just confused.
She stepped forward, into the clearing. “Sard?”
The other two dragons made a growl of warning.
Sard twitched, then abruptly wheeled to her. His expression was totally different from any she’d ever seen before. He was furious, as if she were an employee who had let him down. “Don’t ever come near me again.”
She stopped. “What?”
“Nothing happened between us. Do you understand? Are we clear?”
She nodded cautiously.
“Good,” he spat in disgust.
“But Sard?—”
“From this moment forward, do not contact me for any reason.”
“But—”
“Not even if you’re dying. Not even if you’re dead!” He leaped into the air.
The two unfamiliar dragons with gold piercings flew after him. All three disappeared into the spaceship. The spaceship rose up through the atmosphere and disappeared.
The wind calmed, and forest noises returned as if the interruption had never come.
Her frozen heart started to melt, and the pain turned her into agonized mush.
She struggled to pull in a breath. Her body was still sore from where Sard had touched her, loved her, claimed her.
Now he wanted to pretend it had never happened?
She was never to contact him, not even if she were dead?
The ache fought with her confusion. Her lips went numb.
Syenite glanced at her, then touched his earbud, communicating with someone. “Yes, they took him. He’s gone forever.”
She swallowed the lump in her throat, but it didn’t make the pain disappear. “Who took him?”
“Sard’s escort.”
“To where?”
“His wedding.” Syenite’s sunglasses reflected her open-mouthed shock. “His decades-long engagement to his powerful dragon fiancée is finally being consummated. He never told you about it?”
She shook her head, dazed.
He looked up at the sky where they’d disappeared, his tone wistful. “We’ll never see him again.”