Page 12 of Courted By the Grumpy Dragon (Monsters of Saltford Bay #2)

Soon, I cry out, my hands fisting in the bedsheets as he works my body like a worshipper at an altar to some forbidden ancient goddess. He holds me steady when I try to arch away from the overwhelming sensation, his hands firm on my hips as he drives me higher and higher.

"Let go," he commands against my flesh. "I want to taste your cream as you scream my name."

That does it for me.

I shatter with his name on my lips, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash over me. He doesn't stop, doesn't let up, wringing every last tremor from my oversensitive nerves until I'm boneless and gasping.

When he finally moves back up my body, his eyes glow with a very male satisfaction and barely leashed hunger. I reach for his remaining clothes with shaking hands, desperate to see all of him, to touch him the way he's touched me.

He helps me, kicking off his trousers and boxer briefs with movements that lack his usual grace. When he's finally naked, I take a moment just to look.

Oh. Wow. I did NOT expect that.

I mean, I did. Kind of. He's magnificent. All golden skin and lean muscle, scales catching the light like jewelry. And his cock is...well-endowed doesn’t really describe it.

I swallow hard at the sight of it. His shaft is thick and heavy, the head flushed a darker yellow than the rest. It stands proud and rigid, pointing right at me, a drop of precum glistening at the tip.

His length is textured with raised, bumpy scales that seem both harder and infinitely soft, running in ridges along his impressive length. It’s both mesmerizing and utterly intimidating.

“Am I too much for you?” He asks, his face strained with need. “We don’t have to do this if I am. ”

I stare at his cock for long seconds, my core already clenching with need at the thought of it inside me. He’s a lot, for sure, but there’s no doubt in my mind that I want this. That I want him.

“You’re going to fit,” I tell him, barely recognizing the breathy sound of my voice. “But you’re going to have to go slow.”

He smirks that sexy grin again, showing the pointy tips of his fangs.

“I can do slow.” His voice is a low rumble as he moves to position himself between my spread thighs. “I can do slow all night.”

I press my head on the bed, bracing for him to take me. The tip of his shaft pokes at my entrance, barely breaching my pussy lips. Then nothing.

I open my eyes to find him bent over me, his hair falling like a cascade around my face. He’s not moving, just watching me with a strained expression of total control.

"Are you sure?" he asks. "Once we do this..."

"I'm sure." I pull him down for a kiss, tasting myself on his lips. "I want this. I want you."

He growls, right there against my lips. The smell of his pheromones mixes with that of my arousal, making me lightheaded.

Then he allows gravity to pull him down, and he enters me slowly, carefully, his eyes never leaving mine as he stretches me around his considerable girth.

He doesn’t stop until he’s fully seated inside my body.

The heat is incredible, like being filled with molten gold.

I gasp at the sensation, my body struggling to accommodate him.

"Breathe," he whispers, stroking my hair as he gives me time to adjust. "Just breathe."

When I finally relax around him, he begins to move.

Slow at first, then with increasing urgency as I meet his rhythm.

The ridges made of harder scales around his shaft create a delicious friction that has me moaning with every stroke.

His wings arch above us, creating our private cocoon as we lose ourselves in each other.

It's like nothing I've ever experienced. The heat, the intensity, the way he fills me so completely, both physically and emotionally. I've had sex before, but this...this is something else entirely. This is connection, completion, a claiming that goes soul deep.

"Nina," he groans, his rhythm faltering as he gets closer to the edge. "I can't... I'm going to..."

"Yes," I breathe, my nails digging into his shoulders. "With me. Come with me."

My second climax hits like lightning, electricity racing through every nerve ending. He follows me over with a roar that's pure dragon, his body convulsing as he empties himself inside me with heat that makes me cry out again.

We collapse together in a tangle of limbs and labored breathing. He pulls me against his chest without speaking, his wings settling around us like a blanket. The silence is comfortable, necessary, both of us too overwhelmed for words.

I trace lazy patterns on his scaled shoulder, marveling at the way they shimmer in the low light. His breathing gradually evens out, his hand stroking through my hair with so much tenderness I could cry.

Something has shifted between us, something fundamental and irreversible. I can feel it in the air, in the way his body curves protectively around mine, in the careful way he touches me like I might disappear if he's not careful enough.

I really have no idea if I lost my mind or not. Maybe I did. Probably .

But right now, wrapped in warmth and dragon wings and the lingering scent of cinnamon, my body deliciously sore, I can't bring myself to care about my sanity.

Right now, I'm exactly where I belong.