Page 103 of Red Fury

“I thought I had lost you,” he rasps, taking my mouth in a searing kiss.

He slips his hand between us, rubbing on my clit a few times, his cock thrusting…thrusting…thrusting.

My body is making wet noises. I’m rocking up into him. Gasping, whimpering, and moaning. Inside, my belly is coiling up tight.

There is a slow-building hurricane that starts as a flutter in my belly.

I keep my eyes on his. It’s intense, but I can’t look away. It’s like looking at the sun.

The coiling reaches a crescendo, and everything releases all at once.

I come hard, my pussy tightening like a vise around him. My body shudders and vibrates around him as I shatter into amillion hot, glittering fragments. My orgasm rips through me, and I sob his name, loud and raw. My fingers digging into him. My eyes wide. My mouth, too.

He’s not far behind. The feeling of my body clutching at him pulls a strangled groan from his lips, and he bites into my shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. He thrusts deep, then stills, shuddering as he spills inside me. His body jerks. At first, he groans low and hoarse; it turns into a snarl as he keeps jerking into me.

He whispers my name as he comes down, his hips still thrusting.

By now, we’re both vibrating from the sheer force of it. We’re clinging to each other, still moving. Still panting. Still feeling.

When it’s over, he collapses on top of me, burying his face in my hair. We’re both shaking. I run my hands over his back, tracing the lines of muscle.

I feel his heart hammering against my chest, gradually slowing to match the rhythm of mine.

“Holy shit,” he whispers. “It’s never been like that for me.”

“The fear of potential death will do that to a person.”

“We’re not going to die anytime soon. I think it’s more the case of us being good together.” His eyes flare with something that looks like panic. “In bed. We’re good in bed.”

“There’s no doubt about that.”

He grunts softly as he pulls out of me. “I’m sorry about the bite. That wasn’t—”

“Your dragon is suppressed right now. I know it wasn’t mating behavior.” I put my hand to the mark, feeling the indents of his teeth right where that asshole bit me earlier. I’m glad that Fury’s mark now covers Roman’s.

“Does it hurt?” he asks, looking concerned.

“Nah…not at all.” I frown. “Come to think of it…” I flex my foot and realize with surprise that the throbbing pain haslessened. I look down, noting that the swelling has gone down, too. “My ankle is so much better.” My voice is shrill. “How’s your shoulder?”

He rolls it carefully, testing the range of motion. “The bruising is gone. And I can feel my dragon a little more than before.”

We stare at each other as the implications sink in.

“I think I do too…” I close my eyes and try to reach her. The connection is still dulled but nowhere near as murky as before. “Holy crap!”

Fury’s eyes are wide, and he’s grinning. “Do you think it was the sex?”

“It must have been.” I nod. “You release endorphins during sex. Especially if you orgasm. Maybe it’s the endorphins counteracting whatever was in that drug.”

“It has to be. We might need to try one more time to be sure.”

“And if it works?” I lift my brows.

“If it works, I’m making you come until you get your dragon back,” he says, his voice dropping to that rough timbre that makes my core clench with renewed need.

“That sounds like a plan. You’ll need your dragon back, too.”

I feel him hardening against me, and despite everything we’ve been through, desire flares hot and bright inside me.