And all the while, she watched as she pleasured me, her eyes still so wide, her lips parted, and a pretty blush covering the tops of her cheeks. I could smell the scent of her luscious arousal, knew she was soaked between her thighs.

I had a full-body shiver as my orgasm faded, and I rested my forehead against hers once more, breathing harshly, feeling that tremor of pleasure move through me in a gentle wave.

Emma still had ahold of my cock, this small, desirable sound leaving her. “You’re still so hard,” she said in an almost surprised, maybe even amazed voice.

“Oh, my sweet Emma.” I cupped her cheek again and added pressure to tip her head back. And when she looked into my eyes, I claimed her lips with mine, plunging my tongue into the hot recesses of her mouth. “A Dragao can get off many times with his mate.”

She melted against me and opened her mouth wider, letting me fuck her between her lips. I plunged in and out, slow and easy. Thoroughly.

“I want to be with you,” she said softly, all but moaning the words.

“You can’t say things like that to me, or I’m liable to make another mess all over your belly.”

She sucked in a breath, and I knew my words shocked her.

I started kissing her again, unable to stop myself. Not wanting to. She was just too perfect and tempting, and the fact that she was mine made me unable to think rationally.

I tried to tell myself to go slow, to be easy. But my dragon was a greedy bastard. He’d been holding off for days on being with her. We’d been fighting the Cord pull. It made having a clear head impossible.

She closed her eyes and moaned. “I can’t get over how good you smell.” She arched her back, and her breasts pressed against my chest, her nipples scraping along my flesh. They were hard, twin beads, the sensation causing my cock to jerk once more.

Emma had her hand that had been wrapped around my cock now on my bicep, her blunt little nails digging into my flesh. They were so unlike my own claws. She was so unlike me, her species fragile and breakable. The very thought of her being harmed nearly sent me into a frenzy, the worry almost too monumental to comprehend.

But I was born to protect her, to watch over her. And I would do that until my last breath.

“Azar. I need you.”

Something in me snapped, that piece of self-control I’d hung on to for so long just vanishing like smoke from a fire being carried away.

I was on top of her a moment later, my much bigger body dwarfing hers, her dark hair fanned out along the furs. She looked up at me with hooded eyes, the blue irises seeming so bright. Her expression was one of pure, unadulterated desire. And it was aimed at me… for me.

I closed my eyes and shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts, trying to grapple with my gentler side. But right now I was a beast, a creature who had his mate under him, ready and willing. She moaned again, lifting up against me. I clamped my jaw, breathing through my nose, willing myself for control.

“Don’t do that,” she whispered. “Stay in the moment with me. Let me be with you. All of you. Both of you.”

I went back to making a low, deep sound in my throat. My dragon was in full control right now, and there was no taming him. He would not go easy.

She moved her hands up and down my back, her touch so gentle. I knew I wouldn’t hurt her, not purposely. Pain for this first time would be inevitable, her innocence and my size something that couldn’t be helped. But most of all, I didn’t want to frighten her with my intensity. Because having my dragon in control meant it would be hard. Rough. Raw.

“Be with me,” she moaned again, and I found my hand tangled in her hair, my fingers gripping the strands as I gently pulled her head back farther so I could run my tongue up the length of her neck.

She shivered beneath me, and I started a slow and steady thrust of my cock against her. She had her thighs spread, and she wore one of the tunics I made for her, the material pushed up her thighs and pooled between her legs. A barrier between my dick and her sweet pussy.

As I moved back up and kissed her mouth, I did a slow thrust and retreat of my hips against the soft junction of her pussy. The mewling, soft cries she made fueled my desire even more. She smoothed her hands on my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. I rose swiftly, taking hold of her hands, thrusting her arms above her head, and keeping them in place with my palm gently pressing down on her wrists.

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