Page 52 of Dragon’s Ending

Yes, there was a problem. And to illustrate that problem, I rolled us over, ending up astride him, holding him down by his unresisting hands as he laughed up at me.

“I believe,” I said, and wriggled my arse against his cock, “that someone promised to fuck me.”

And before he could get into the “Well, technically, I didn’t promise,” argument that I could see brewing, I leaned down and kissed him.

God only knew how he managed it, but somehow I was on my back again under him, squirming as he licked my cock, large hands firm on my thighs. And then, with one last kiss to the head of my cock, he raised his head and grinned at me before rolling to reach for his bedside table.

I turned over, scrambling onto my knees, not willing to waste a second. God knew I wanted him to fuck me, but it was more than that. I wanted him as close as it was possible for one person to be to another.

When he turned back and saw me, he hissed in a breath. Then he leaned forward and kissed my ear as he flicked the bottle cap open.

“Like this?” he asked, his voice low and rough and so close, and I shivered.

Which, yeah, there was a reason I was presenting him with my arse, but the fact he was asking did something catastrophic to my heart.

Then his finger pressed inside me, slippery and certain. My eyes closed as I rocked back onto him, groaning when he added another finger. I wanted this to last forever, but I wanted more.

“Dominic.” It was all I was capable of.

With one last kiss to my spine, he withdrew his fingers, and I heard the crinkle of plastic as he opened the condom. I turned my head sideways on the pillow, breathing raggedly, my skin burning, and watched him put it on.

The mattress dipped as he moved back behind me. The hot length of him slid teasingly against my arse, and my breath punched out of me. I didn’t know which of us he was teasing, but he was going to make me cry if he didn’t—oh, there. He was holding me open and pressing inside me. Slowly. So fucking slowly.

“Okay?” he asked unevenly, stopping when he was only halfway in.

I wanted to say no, that I’d never be okay until he was fully inside me, but all I could do was push back onto him breathlessly, showing him how okay I was.

And then he was all the way in, and my hands fisted in the sheets. Ridiculously, my eyes grew hot, and then he leaned forward and mouthed at the nape of my neck. I cried out, shuddering with how full I was, the change in position, his casual possessiveness.

He made a sound, and I realised I’d clenched around him. Oh, God, I loved that I could affect him so much. He started moving, little rolls of his hips at first until I pushed back onto him.

“Dominic,” I said, and he started thrusting in earnest, each one sliding all the way home until I hardly knew who I was anymore, hardly knew anything except him.

He wrapped his hand around my cock, just the right tightness. Christ.

“No,” I managed, and he instantly froze. “Too good,” I got out somehow. “Not yet.”

He started fucking me again, those long, slow pushes inside me that left me utterly helpless. I was making little sounds into the pillow with every thrust, my hands clenching around the struts of the iron bedhead. And still I never wanted this to end.

But it had to. As his breathing changed and his thrusts became more ragged, I found myself needing more. “Harder,” I said. “Please.”

And dear God, did he take me at my word, until I was crying out with it, every thrust wringing another sound out of me, his name, a curse, I didn’t even know any more. Too good, too close now, and I didn’t want him to stop. He wrapped his hand around me again, stroking me until I sobbed out a breath and spilled everywhere.

His pace quickened, near-frantic as he fucked me into the bed until he came, panting harshly as he draped himself over my back.

For a long moment neither of us moved. I could hear nothing except our breathing, feel nothing except the weight of Dominic on top of me. My body was boneless, every thought slow and distant. Somewhere beneath me, the bed creaked as Dominic shifted slightly, pressing a kiss against my shoulder.

"God," one of us said. Possibly both.

I let my eyes close for a second, content just to exist here, warm and twined together. Then Dominic made a reluctant noise and disentangled himself.

"Don't go anywhere," he muttered as he staggered out of bed to deal with the condom. As if I were physically capable of moving.

Back in bed moments later, he curled around me, his arm a heavy, reassuring weight. I was absurdly content, tucked against Dominic's chest while he held me as though he had no intention of letting go.

“You run warm,” I murmured.

“Dragon,” he pointed out.