inches.
“More.”
Shivering now, she spread her feet wider, a little unbalanced, she tipped forward, and he caught her. So fast, so frighteningly fast. And then she gave in to him, as she had given in to men so many times before.
His hand touched her breasts, stroking them lightly, so much more gentler than she had expected. Screwing her eyes shut she tried to block out who he was, instead trying to conjure up the face of a nice kind man, because surely one existed somewhere in this cruel world. Over her nipple he placed the palm of his hand, rubbing the tip of the taut bud, and she swayed against him, feeling his strength, his power underneath her hands.
Then he moved his hand lower, over her stomach, and between her thighs. his thumb brushing her clit, making it throb while her sex ached for him. She hated it. Hated him for making her want him to do this to her. But she longed to feel him inside her.
One finger slipped inside, and she gripped him tighter, her legs trembling. He pushed past her outer walls, probing her slick heat, going further until his fingers brushed her hymen. Still intact, he would be satisfied.
Yet he didn’t pull away. Instead he stroked her inner walls, making her whimper against him like the pitiful creature she was.
His thumb stroked her clit, and she eased her thighs apart for him. Slowly he brought her towards the edge, stroking, rubbing. Different kinds of friction, with one purpose, to make her come.
And then he stopped.
She slumped against him, so close to the edge she couldn’t breathe.
“Do you want me to continue?”
She tried to straighten up, to let go of the support he gave her, but her body yearned to be allowed to float above this world for a moment. It knew that her miserable life would crash down around her when her orgasm had past, but these moments of release were so few.
“Yes.” She would hate herself later.
He pushed a little harder into her, his finger stroking her hymen, and she held her breath, hoping she hadn’t given herself, and Charlotte away in her selfish need for pleasure.
Then his thumb connected with her clit, and nothing else mattered, her body rose to new heights, his fingers brushing her inner walls, his thumb finding a rhythm to match his fingers. And then his mouth.
Oh, his mouth.
It kissed her nipples, sucking first one and then the other into it’s moist heat. She wrapped her arms around his neck, urging him on, and then she came. His hands and mouth forcing her over the edge into those precious seconds of oblivion.
And then it was over.
Her body cold, his touch gone. The lasting afterglow of her orgasm the only thing to tell her it had happened at all.
“Get dressed. See yourself out, you may return when it is time.”
He left, leaving through one of the many doors, closing it silently behind him. She picked up her clothes and hurriedly dressed, before half walking, half running from the large mansion the dragon lived in. At the end of the drive, the gates opened for her, and she knew he must have watched her hurried retreat. When she was safely outside they closed, and she looked back at the dragon’s lair, wanting never to return, but knowing she must.
Chapter Two - Connor
He was a fool. There had been women before her, women more beautiful, women with countless riches, thinking their gold would buy his favour. All those centuries when to lie with a dragon was a blessing on the family. Now it was a curse very few knew about or wanted to be a part of.
Long ago things were so much simpler.
Her building came into view. He knew the room, he knew where to perch to get the best view in through her window. She had no idea he watched her. Nor did the men who visited.
As he suspected they were waiting for her. As soon as she went inside they came. It confirmed his suspicions, someone was putting her up to this.
With only a moments hesitation, she opened the door, backing away, trying to put the bed between them. When he had first
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