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His smile widens, clearly amused by my confession. “Yep, I figured as much.”

“I work too hard on my career for any kind of relationship,” I say with a shrug. “The job always comes first.”

“Same problem here,” he admits, turning onto his side to look at me. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been with someone, too, hence not having much stamina.”

The admission surprises me. A man like Fury could have his pick of women, even on an island where they’re in short supply.

Fury’s finger traces lazy circles on my stomach, and I feel my body responding again, despite having just been thoroughly satisfied.

“Perhaps there should be a round two,” he says, his finger trailing up to circle my nipple. It instantly puckers under his touch. “I could do with another release. A one-time thing can be two rounds…surely?”

My breath catches as heat pools between my legs again. The thought of having him again makes me ache with renewed need.

I let my gaze drift between his legs, and he is hard. His cock juts from his body, still wet from round one.

“I think we could make that happen,” I agree, already moving to straddle his hips.

He sits up, moving back, so that he is resting against the headboard. “I like a female who takes control.”

When he leans in to suckle on my nipple, I feel it between my legs.

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Fury

Shadow straddles my hips, her long legs bracketing my thighs as she lowers onto my lap. The sight of her naked body in the dim hotel room lighting steals my breath. Her skin is flushed from our first round, her short hair mussed in a way that makes me want to run my fingers through it.

Her tits… Fuck, those tits. They’re perfect. Just the right size for bouncing and cupping in my hands. Her nipples are plump and a deep pink.

“You’re staring,” she says, a hint of uncertainty in her voice.

“Damn right, I am.” My hands grip her waist, thumbs tracing the curve of her hipbones. “You’re fucking beautiful, Shadow.”

She leans down to kiss me, her breasts pressing against my chest, and I groan at the contact. Her lips are soft and warm, still tasting like the cocktail she had at the club.

I put my hand between her legs and gently rub on her still swollen nub. She groans, throwing her head back.

My other hand roams over her body, relearning every curve and hollow. When I cup one of her breasts, she arches into my touch with a soft moan that makes my balls clench tight despite the mind-blowing orgasm I just had.

“I want you again,” she whispers against my mouth.

“Then take what you want,” I growl back, the tip of my finger now strumming her clit gently.

She’s panting a little, and her eyes are unfocused.

She reaches between us, wrapping her fingers around my length. She strokes me slowly, her thumb circling the head until I’m aching for her.

“Fuck, yes!” I push out, gripping her hips as she slowly sinks down onto me.

Her mouth falls open, and her face gets this look that drives me wild as she takes me inch by inch, her tight heat enveloping me. I grunt because fuck me. She’s still slick from our first coupling, but I’m big. She pants as she starts bouncing a little, still inching herself onto me. Her tits jiggle. I can’t take my eyes off her.

Nearly there.

Nearly.

“Holy hell,” I growl as soon as she’s fully seated, my hands trembling with the effort not to thrust up into her.

My dragon wants her on her knees again. This time, he wants me to bite her as we come.