down into her eyes, wanting just a moment to savor her. He wanted a moment to savor the fact that she was going to be his for the rest of his life. Leaning down, he kissed each of her eyelids before finding her lips. Starting slow, he kissed her gently, sipping at her lips.
Finally, after a moment, she growled deep in her throat, “Blain.”
Raking his fingers through her hair, he replied, “Yes, love?”
“Move!” she ordered with another growl.
Blain chuckled as he bent down to capture her lips. This time the kiss was a claiming. In that one kiss, he was conveying to her that those lips were his from this day forward. Her body was his from this day forward, and he would treasure it for the rest of his life. He allowed just his fingertips to run down both of her sides, grinning in delight as he watched a shudder run through her.
He pulled almost all the way out of her, leaving just the very tip of his cock seated inside her, and then plunged back in mercifully quick. Natasha groaned when he became seated all the way inside of her again, feeling her inner walls start to quake and liquefy.
She ran her own fingertips down his sides, knowing she was close to another orgasm and wanting to send him over also. She grabbed both of his butt checks, digging her nails in and scoring the skin when he pulled back out and then plunged back in.
Something inside his brain snapped. It must have been her nails scoring his rear cheeks, the slight pain morphing into pleasure quickly. He couldn’t have stopped his body if he’d wanted to. When he pulled out and then plunged into her warm, wet cavern again, he followed it up with setting up a fast rhythm of pulling out and back in until he had both of them panting for breath and their knees weak.
In a matter of minutes, he was ready to explode. And judging by her soft cries, so was she. “Come for me, my mate. Come with me, so we can sail the stars together.” Where in the world that last part had come from he didn’t know, nor did he seem to care at the moment. He had never even tried to talk sexy to a woman before. Hell, most of the time it was wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am, don’t let the door hit you as you leave. As a matter of fact, even though he had enjoyed a full sexual life, he had yet to ask a lover to spend the night in his bed.
He bent his head and let his dragon partially come to the surface. He moved her hair out of the way so he would have an unobstructed spot on her shoulder to leave his mark. As the changeover occurred, Blain felt his already engorged dick grow in size. Natasha felt it also, but was too far into things to stop and ask questions. Her pace picked up considerably, her walls liquefied immediately, and as her body tightened up with her orgasm, threatening to swallow him up whole, he quickly bit down on her shoulder, breathing fire into the wound. She screamed as her orgasm hit her like a tsunami, but kept up a fast pace, wanting to extend her own orgasm just as long as she could. Holding her upper body immobile, Blain grabbed her hips and took over, setting up a very fast and hard rhythm before he followed her over just a short moment later, his seed splashing against the mouth of her womb.
He rolled over, bringing her with him, so he wouldn’t crush her. Placing feather-light kisses over her brow, he grinned at the heavy-lidded temptress sprawled on top of him. He looked down at her shoulder to see a little tattoo of a bright blue dragon staring up at him. Moments later they both were sound asleep.
Chapter Seven
The days following the mating smoothed out quickly. By day, Blain deferred most things to Natasha, just enjoying sitting back and learning how her mind worked. But at night, he let her know he was in charge. And what a lover Blain Barrymire was turning out to be. He loved her and dominated her with an intensity that threatened to consume her.
Each night since their mating, Blain had insisted Natasha sleep in his bed. The only
Finally, after a moment, she growled deep in her throat, “Blain.”
Raking his fingers through her hair, he replied, “Yes, love?”
“Move!” she ordered with another growl.
Blain chuckled as he bent down to capture her lips. This time the kiss was a claiming. In that one kiss, he was conveying to her that those lips were his from this day forward. Her body was his from this day forward, and he would treasure it for the rest of his life. He allowed just his fingertips to run down both of her sides, grinning in delight as he watched a shudder run through her.
He pulled almost all the way out of her, leaving just the very tip of his cock seated inside her, and then plunged back in mercifully quick. Natasha groaned when he became seated all the way inside of her again, feeling her inner walls start to quake and liquefy.
She ran her own fingertips down his sides, knowing she was close to another orgasm and wanting to send him over also. She grabbed both of his butt checks, digging her nails in and scoring the skin when he pulled back out and then plunged back in.
Something inside his brain snapped. It must have been her nails scoring his rear cheeks, the slight pain morphing into pleasure quickly. He couldn’t have stopped his body if he’d wanted to. When he pulled out and then plunged into her warm, wet cavern again, he followed it up with setting up a fast rhythm of pulling out and back in until he had both of them panting for breath and their knees weak.
In a matter of minutes, he was ready to explode. And judging by her soft cries, so was she. “Come for me, my mate. Come with me, so we can sail the stars together.” Where in the world that last part had come from he didn’t know, nor did he seem to care at the moment. He had never even tried to talk sexy to a woman before. Hell, most of the time it was wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am, don’t let the door hit you as you leave. As a matter of fact, even though he had enjoyed a full sexual life, he had yet to ask a lover to spend the night in his bed.
He bent his head and let his dragon partially come to the surface. He moved her hair out of the way so he would have an unobstructed spot on her shoulder to leave his mark. As the changeover occurred, Blain felt his already engorged dick grow in size. Natasha felt it also, but was too far into things to stop and ask questions. Her pace picked up considerably, her walls liquefied immediately, and as her body tightened up with her orgasm, threatening to swallow him up whole, he quickly bit down on her shoulder, breathing fire into the wound. She screamed as her orgasm hit her like a tsunami, but kept up a fast pace, wanting to extend her own orgasm just as long as she could. Holding her upper body immobile, Blain grabbed her hips and took over, setting up a very fast and hard rhythm before he followed her over just a short moment later, his seed splashing against the mouth of her womb.
He rolled over, bringing her with him, so he wouldn’t crush her. Placing feather-light kisses over her brow, he grinned at the heavy-lidded temptress sprawled on top of him. He looked down at her shoulder to see a little tattoo of a bright blue dragon staring up at him. Moments later they both were sound asleep.
Chapter Seven
The days following the mating smoothed out quickly. By day, Blain deferred most things to Natasha, just enjoying sitting back and learning how her mind worked. But at night, he let her know he was in charge. And what a lover Blain Barrymire was turning out to be. He loved her and dominated her with an intensity that threatened to consume her.
Each night since their mating, Blain had insisted Natasha sleep in his bed. The only
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