Page 15 of Dragon Cursed
He needed no further encouragement.
He moved.His stroked hard and deep — a relentless rhythm that pushed her toward the edge again.There was no gentleness now.No finesse.Only a raw, primal claiming that spoke of centuries of loneliness and desperation.He was wild.Untamed.A force of nature.
And she was the ground he broke apart.
The danger was still there.A wildness in his eyes that suggested he hovered on the verge of total loss of control.It only fueled her desire.She wanted his wildness.Wanted his loss of control.She wantedallof him.
"Mine."He growled it against her throat.Against her mouth.Against the pendant that lay between them, still warm from her bath."Mine.Say it."
"Yours —"
"Say it."
"I'myours."
The word broke him.
His rhythm changed into something deeper, harder, more primal.He drove into her again and again with the desperate urgency of a man who had nothing left to lose, who was finally taking what three centuries of curse and silence and grief had stolen from him.His teeth scraped her shoulder, desperate to mark her.He shook with the effort to resist.
They came together in a frantic, desperate explosion.
He made her scream her release again and again, until she shook with exhaustion, her cries ringing in the night air.When she could take no more, he poured into her, hot and endless, his cock pulsing with every wave of release.She reveled at the heat of him filling her while the cold of his magic flooded her, the two opposing forces meeting somewhere deep inside her body andsettling.
Something clicked into place.
He collapsed against her.Body heavy.Tremulous.Face buried in the crook of her neck.
For a long moment they lay there, bodies slick with sweat, breath ragged in the quiet darkness.His weight pressed her into the moss, and she had never in her life felt more like she was exactly where she was meant to be.
And then she felt it — a strange, shocking cold bloomed where her skin met his — a chill utterly at odds with the fire that raged between them.A deep, ancient cold, like the heart of a glacier.For a startled moment she flinched and almost pulled away.
Then the cold shifted.Changed.
It wasn’t just an absence of heat.It was a presence.A dark, hollow ache that felt intensely, intimately him.The sorrow she had sensed in the forest.The loneliness she had seen in his eyes.Now it was a tangible, physical thing flowing into her through her palms.
This must be the source of his dragon magic, she thought.A wild, untamed power unlike anything she could have imagined.Power and pain.
He groaned.A guttural sound of pure, ragged pleasure that vibrated through his chest and into her hand.
Her fear dissolved into a heady sense of power.
She flattened her palm against his skin and deliberately chased that shocking cold.
His head fell back like a bomb had detonated.He moaned, deep and low.His expression was one of intense pleasure.Relief.
She closed her eyes and focused all her energy on the ancient magic.Every time the dark energy connected with her, he shuddered.Groaned.His body wracked with unmistakable, desperately needed relief.
She did this to him.
Her touch was a balm to his wounded soul.A healing force.The realization intoxicated her — a drug more potent than any herb.She wanted to give him more.She wanted to give him everything.
She opened her eyes.
His emerald gaze burned into her with an intensity both terrifying and exhilarating.He breathed hard.His chest rose and fell beneath her hands.
He spoke into her throat.
"I should not have done that."His voice was raw.Wrecked."A chuisle, I should not have done that."
