Page 94 of Firebird
Slowly, he leaned forward and braced his hands on either side of my head, widening my thighs as he lowered his body to mine. We both groaned as I skated my heels up the backs of his thighs.
He lowered to his forearms, his face inches from mine. But he didn’t kiss me. He scooped one of his hands behind my head, cradling me tenderly while he stared with searing heat in his dragon-slit eyes.
“So beautiful,” he whispered.
I coasted my palms to his muscular back. Then he withdrew and impaled me deep. I whimpered at the intensity and clawed my blunt nails down his back.
“Yes, my firebird,” he murmured, pulling out to the tip and thrusting back in. “Mark me all over.”
“More,” I begged.
His dark growl vibrated from his chest, sensitizing my nipples as he began to thrust faster, deeper.
“Unh… yes, Julian. Need more of you.”
He angled his mouth over mine, kissing me hard as he drove into me, over and over, his cock swelling bigger when I scraped my nails hard down his back again. He nipped my lip but didn’t break the skin, even while his canine teeth had sharpened. He hadn’t gone half-skin but parts of his dragon were pushing through, needing to be known. To be seen.
Panting, I plunged my fingers into his hair and pulled his head closer so I could whisper in his ear. “Is your dragon fucking me too?” I shivered, knowing full well the dominance drenching my skin and pressing into my soul was that of the beast that lived inside him. “Is he claiming me too?”
He ripped away and out of me so fast I gasped. He flipped my body,my cheek pressed to the mattress, my bottom in the air. Then he drove his cock deep and scooped one hand over my sex; the other gripped the front of my throat as he blanketed his large body over me, pressing against my back.
I was perfectly pinned by his cock and his body. I couldn’t move. And it was glorious.
A guttural rumble rolled from his chest, his mouth at my ear.
“That’s right, Malina.” He stroked inside me slow and deep now, with precision, his forefinger rubbing my clitoris in a circle, his other hand cradling my throat gently. “You’re mine.” His voice was so deep, I hardly recognized it. “This sweet pussy, this beautiful body, your bright soul.” He pounded harder. “It’s allmine.” He squeezed my throat tenderly. “Tell me.”
“Yes,” I whispered as he nuzzled his mouth below my ear, licking and nipping my neck. “I’m yours.”
That deep rumbling growl returned as he stroked and rubbed and squeezed and sucked me. “You’re burning me up, firebird.” He started to thrust faster. “I knew you always would.”
His overpowering body held me in an iron grip while he impaled himself deeper and deeper inside me. Beyond my sex and right into my soul, my dragon breathed fire, blazing his way, leaving a fiery trail I knew would scar. He was leaving his mark as well.
I screamed my climax, knowing I’d never be the same. That no man would ever replace Julian. He was indeed the one the gods intended for me. Our tether vibrated with emotion—a myriad of need and want and desperate, overwhelming, obsessive affection. Love.
He grunted on every thrust, finally driving himself inside me one last time, his grip on my sex and my throat spasming and squeezing as he emptied his seed inside me. His groan was more animalistic, gruff and grating, as he held himself deep, his cock throbbing with release.
He panted and nuzzled my neck. “Malina.” His voice broke withemotion and he softly pressed his lips to the skin of my throat. “What have you done to me?”
“No more than you’ve done to me,” I breathed.
Gently, he pulled from inside me and rolled me beneath him.
His gaze captured me, wholly and completely. The fire had dimmed from within his eyes, but they still glowed with a preternatural luster. The beast lingered close by. But it was the deep affection I saw there that gripped me so tenderly.
We said nothing as I traced the sharp lines of his face with the tip of my forefinger and he simply stared, both of us breathing hard from our coupling.
“I don’t want you to fight Ciprian tomorrow,” I finally said.
He searched my face, still gazing in wonder. “I have to.”
“When will you and Trajan implement your plan?”
There was only one plan, but even in the quiet of his bedroom I feared to say revolution or rebellion. Or more clearly, assassination. I was afraid that if I said those kinds of words aloud that somehow the emperor would know.
Igniculus. He was a terrifying beast of a dragon. Even in his human form, he was horrifying. The way he watched the room, seeming to be always calculating.
“Soon,” Julian replied, sighing as he rolled to his back, hauling me with him onto his chest.
