Page 30 of Possessed by the Dragon Alien (Zarux Dragon Brides #6)

Her breasts were high, since her arms were stretched above.

He’d avoided her breasts until now, wanting to give this unbearably arousing part of her body the reverence it deserved.

Now, he lowered his head and pulled one tight nipple into his mouth.

Her moan nearly undid him. She trembled as his teeth played gently on her stiff peaks; then he ran his tongue over the underside of her breasts.

And finally, he just gave in, abandoned propriety, closed his eyes and playfully rubbed his face on them.

He heard her chuckle and nipped one swollen bud. “I can’t help it. You’re so…tempting.”

“You’re surprisingly playful, Madrian,” she said.

No one had ever called him that before, but maybe he was.

Who knew? He had a lot to learn about himself.

But now, he wanted to learn about her. Everything about her.

What made her shiver and ache. What made her wet.

Speaking of which, he slid a hand down her body, to the soft skin between her thighs.

She was wet. He knew enough about females to know that her body was getting ready to take his cock.

He knew enough to feel the new tension that arched her body and see the languid pleasure that crossed her face, to know that she was as aroused as he was.

He lowered her to the bed, careful of his weight as he covered her body with his.

His wings curved around them, creating a private sanctuary of shadow and warmth.

He released her wrists and captured her mouth with his, but kept his fingers between her legs.

She rolled her hips in time with the rhythm of his touch, surrendering to his touch with a trust that humbled him.

He watched in fascination as he drew soft cries from her throat as he discovered what made her gasp and tremble.

“Let me love you,” he murmured against her throat. “Let me show you how precious you are.”

Madrian’s breath hitched as he explored the slick heat between Nena’s thighs. As he stroked her wet folds, the reality was more intoxicating than any fantasy. “You’re so wet for me,” he whispered.

Nena’s response was a whimper. Her hips bucked against his hand.

She wanted more. Madrian’s gaze darkened.

He obliged by circling his thumb on her clit while he slipped a finger inside her.

She was tight. Her inner walls clenched around him, and the thought of his cock filling her sent desire straight to his groin.

“Madrian, please,” she begged, her eyes dark with lust.

He loved the sound of his name on her lips, a plea that was music to his ears. Madrian took a moment to appreciate the sight of her flushed with desire, her body arching. He would savor every moment of this and draw out her pleasure until she was begging for release.

He added another finger, stretching her deliciously as he continued to tease her clit. Her breathing grew erratic. Her moans grew louder as he found a rhythm that had her writhing beneath him. He could feel her climax building. The tension coiled like a spring.

“That’s right, Nena,” he murmured, his voice thick and hungry. “You’re going to come for me. I want to feel you come apart.”

She whimpered. Her eyes locked onto his as if seeking permission. He gave her a nod, a silent promise that he would catch her when she fell.

Madrian increased the pressure, his fingers coaxing her body to the edge. He reveled in the power he held, not as a dominant force but as a partner. He was guiding her, but it was Nena who controlled the pace. Her body dictated when she was ready to fly over the edge.

He knew the instant her orgasm hit her. Her pussy clenched around his fingers as she cried out his name.

He continued to stroke her through the aftershocks, drawing out her pleasure until she lay spent and sated beneath him.

Knowing the effect he had on Nena made his cock throb and his balls tight with the effort to hold back.

But he couldn’t rush. Knowing that he had put the blissful expression on Nena’s face was a fekking triumph.

Her breathing slowed and her body relaxed. He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his lips. He tasted her on his tongue and drew in a deep breath. Ah, it was pure Nena and completely his to savor. She watched him through heavy-lidded eyes. A smile played on her lips.

“You’re…you’re…” His voice shook with awe. “Everything.” There were no words, really. Nothing that made the feelings in him make sense, or explainable. Even to him, this was too much to understand and certainly too much to describe.

She reached for him. Her hands moved over the contours of his chest, his shoulders, his wings. “I need you inside me, Madrian,” she whispered. “I want to feel all of you.”

He would not argue with that, because his need had reached a critical point. He spread her thighs and nudged the head of his cock against her sex. “Look at me,” he commanded gently.

Her eyes locked onto his, and in that moment, they were the only two beings in the universe.

Madrian notched the head of his cock to her slick entrance.

He took a moment to drink in the sight of her desire-glazed eyes and parted lips before pressing forward.

The broad crown stretched her open slowly.

Tight, wet heat enveloped him, making him feel like he was losing his mind.

Every nerve was attuned to the sensation of her silken walls gripping him like a vise.

It was a feeling beyond anything he had ever known, and a connection that went deeper than the physical.

With a muttered curse, he slid the rest of the way in.

So much for slow and drawn out. She didn’t seem to want that anyway.

Her body yielded to his, accepting him. This female wanted him , with all of his flaws.

With all his mistakes. Raw emotion ripped a guttural noise from his throat.

Her inner muscles fluttered around his shaft.

Madrian gritted his teeth and fought the urge to rut like a beast. Instead, he moved slowly, drawing back only to thrust forward again.

Madrian’s world narrowed to where their bodies joined. The friction created a delicious heat that threatened to consume them both. He closed his eyes and let himself get lost in the sensations, in the look of pure abandon on Nena’s face, and in the rising swell of his own impending release.

They climbed higher together and the outside world faded away. It was only the two of them, locked in an embrace that he knew would change them both, forever. Nena had branded his soul with her love, and he would carry that mark for the rest of his days.

Nena’s legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he groaned at the exquisite friction.

Madrian spread his wings around them, creating an intimate cocoon where only their breaths and whispers existed.

Tension was building within her. He could feel her sex tightening around his cock.

He could see her faster breathing and the tendons going taut in her neck as she arched her body.

“Come for me, Nena,” he urged. “Let go, my love.”

With a cry, she shattered around him. Her pussy clenched with the force of her orgasm.

This was more than lust or some primal urge to claim.

This was a profound sense of belonging, of finally finding where he truly fit.

Nena’s eyes locked onto his, reflecting the depth of their connection, and in that gaze, he saw not just desire, but trust, understanding, and a shared vulnerability that bound them together.

This female was his, and he knew without a single doubt that he would burn down the Axis for a chance to be with her.

With a final, deep thrust, he followed her over the edge, spilling himself inside her with a roar.

The world was still, their bodies entwined, hearts pounding in unison. Madrian rolled onto his side, taking Nena with him. He wasn’t ready to break their connection. He wasn’t ready for anything, really, that didn’t involve staying right there in that bed with her.

He brushed a stray lock of damp hair from her face. “We are bonded, Nena,” he murmured. “Now and always.”

She gave him a soft, sated smile that warmed him to his core. “Yes, we are, Madrian. Forever.”

They lay wrapped in each other’s arms and Madrian closed his eyes.

Tears burned them. Not sad tears, but tears produced by emotions he hadn’t known existed.

He—one of the most feared and dangerous beings in the quadrant—had found his home.

It wasn’t in a grand fortress, but in the form of a small, female farmer from a penal colony.

He slid out of her, finally, although he’d stay there forever if he could.

Shortly after, she drifted off to sleep and he watched her, committing to memory the contours of her face, the soft weight of her, the scent of their bodies’ union.

He wanted to think they had hundreds of mig -cycles to hold each other.

Many, many cycles to learn about each other, laugh together, argue, cry, and just live.

But he wasn’t sure they did. Madrian knew better than anyone else on this ship how lethal the Axis was. He knew victory would not only come at a price, but it may very well not come at all.