Page 97 of Dragon Cursed
He covered her body with his.
His clothes were gone — he didn’t know when, in the shift he hadn’t paid attention — and her clothes were torn from when he had pulled her up against him in the breaking.He pushed the ruined fabric aside.He spread her thighs with his knee.His hand fisted his cock, guiding it to her entrance.
She was wet.
She was so wet,soready for him, that he slid in to the hilt on the slick of her own body in one long stroke.She cried out underneath him.He swallowed the sound with his mouth.
He fucked her like a wild man.
Like he had just crawled out of hell and she was his only salvation.
There was no rhythm.No finesse.Only a primal, desperate pounding — his hips driving into hers, her nails digging into his back, her legs locking around his waist and pulling him deeper.He was devouring her.Claiming her.Erasing the memory of her cold still body with the heat and life of her under himnow.
"You are alive."His voice was a snarl in her ear."You arealive.A chuisle— say it — tell me — "
"I'm alive."She gasped it."I'm alive, Alsander, I'm here, I'mhere— "
"Mine."
"Yours."
"Say it."
"I'myours."
He hooked his arms under her knees and lifted her, opening her wider, driving deeper.He was hitting a place inside her that made her sob his name — and the second heartbeat under his fire wassteady, was holding, wasfine— and he gave her every long deep stroke he had three centuries of holding back in him.
"Look at me."
Her eyes — gold and green and blue — opened and locked on his.
"Look at me when you come for me."
She came for him a heartbeat later.She came for him with her body pulsing around his cock and her breath catching on his name and her gold-green-blue eyes wide on his, and he came inside her with a roar that shook the chamber, his release a violent explosive surge that tore through his entire body.He poured into her —himself, what was left of him to give, his seed, his magic, the last loose ends of three centuries of saved-up fire — and she took it all.
He collapsed against her.
Body shaking.Face buried in her hair.Heart hammering against the place where his child slept inside her.
For a long moment he didn’t move.
For a long moment she didn’t move.
The chamber around them was quiet.The dance was gone.The shrine was only stone and water and a man and a woman tangled together on a worn floor that had held a dragon's grief for three hundred years and would not have to hold it any longer.
She stirred under him.
"Alsander."
"Mm."
"What happened?"
He lifted his head.
He looked down at her.At the gold and the green threaded through her blue.At the rise and fall of her chest.At the place where her hand had come up to rest, without her knowing, just below her sternum.
He had to tell her.
