Page 86 of I Dream of Dragons

I prepare to fight. If he tries to force me or wound me, I won’t lie down and take it. The roughness I want should be light. It shouldn’t leave me a cripple, physically or mentally.

“And you should have listened to Jai.”

Damn. Okay.Perhaps I should have. Now let’s work with what we have, shall we?

And we have to work with a big, stiff, blunt instrument that’s currently very much in my face.

I gasp when he slides a hand up to my bared breasts, covering one. My aching nipple is pressed to the center of his palm.

“You’re so soft,” he says. “But your nipple is hard.”

I choke a little. “Yes.”

“A sign of desire. As is the wetness between your thighs.”

“Right again.”

His mouth tips to one side, baring a sharp, crooked canine. His hand travels up to my neck, circling it. He bends over me and I think he will kiss me—but instead he lays me down on the floor.

And then he shoves my legs apart, his hand trailing back down, over my belly, to quest between them.

“Shit, I…” I can’t help but arch my body when his questing fingers slide down my center and push inside. Two long fingers, blunt and rough, plunging into me, making me cry out.

“Soft,” he murmurs. “Hot. Yet clenching so hard. Why does it feel so good?”

Fuck, he’s going to make me come like that. I don’t know how it feels for him, but though the initial push into me hurt, now my hips are snapping upward as I try to take more inside me. To scratch that itch. To reach that peak. To relieve that ache.

I groan when he yanks his fingers out and smells them. Then licks them. “Oh Gods…”

“Sweet. This is…” He drops his hand to his cock. “It feels good…”

Aching with arousal, I lift my head to watch as he fists his hand around his cock and pumps it experimentally, once, twice. So hot. He’s so hot, and I’m crazy for not running away but just seeing him jerking off is cutting off my breath.

I slide a hand down my body, between my legs. I’m so close… So damn close…

His gaze flicks down to me. His face twists, eyes flashing. He snarls, grabs my wrists and pins them to the floor. “No touching what is mine.”

I shudder. “Please…”

“I’m going to fuck you.” The head of his cock nudges at my entrance and panic grips me. “By Eos…”

“Go slow,” I blurt out. “Please, be careful.”

He goes still. So still he barely breathes. Then his nostrils flare. “You’re scared again. Why?”

“That… part of you…” I swallow hard. “Your cock is… big.”

His brows bunch together, eyes narrowing. “Is it… bigger than the average?”

“I don’t… I think so? Maybe.”

“And that’s bad?”

“No, it’s not…” I bite my lip. I want to laugh, but I also want him to enter me, and also not, and… this is confusing.

“The scent of your desire is heavy, Little Human. And you are soaking wet. You will have no problem taking me inside you.”

“You don’t know that. I don’t remember doing this before.”