Ember (The Dragao 1)

I fucked her pussy with one digit only, and when I felt my hand become drenched from her pleasure, I slowly added another one. As I widened them in her, I made sure to go slow, hearing her suck in a breath at the intrusion and size. My fingers were huge compared to the males of her species, my cock even bigger still. Her body was strung taut underneath mine, and I knew there was discomfort. How could there not be when she was untouched? But I was slow and gentle, my movements easy.

But her moans told me that her pleasure was starting to outweigh the pain, the wetness continuously covering my fingers and sliding down my hand confirming it.

And when she came for me again, her body seizing, her back arching, and her nipples becoming a deeper shade of red, any kind of civility completely fucking left me.

I pulled my fingers from her clenching cunt, rose up so I was on my knees between her legs, and lifted my hand so she could watch as I licked her wetness from the digits. I groaned at her flavor. My mate tasted so fucking good that my eyes nearly rolled back in my head. I almost fucking came from her flavor alone.

I needed to take the edge off or I’d orgasm as soon as I plunged into her tight heat. “Watch me,” I demanded as I gripped my cock, squeezing the length tightly, which pulled a grunt from me. I started stroking myself as I stared at her spread pussy, her lips pink and swollen, her clit swollen from my ministrations. I could see her cream glistening under the firelight before sliding down the perfect crease of her ass.

It wouldn’t take me long to get off, but this was just the beginning of claiming my Emma.

I felt my balls tighten up as my orgasm rushed forward. I aimed the tip of my cock at her pussy and came all over her, getting her extra wet, extra lubed for when I fucked her.

“Touch your breasts, pull at your nipples,” I gritted out, my voice barely audible. But she obeyed so nicely, curling her little hands around the mounds, rolling her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. I came a little bit more, thick jets of cum spraying her cunt, her inner thighs, even her lower abdomen.

I loved seeing my brand on her. Loved knowing she smelled just like me.

“I can’t wait any longer.” The words were grated as they came from me, meant for just my ears, but now they were out in the open, and I was glad. Emma needed to see who and what I actually was. A beast intent on claiming my prize.

I didn’t want to scare her with my intensity, but when she spread her thighs even wider, gave me a little moan, I knew she was ready.

My gaze went up to her neck, my body heating even further, my cock still rock-hard. I positioned the tip at her entrance, one hand on the furs beside her small body, the other keeping a hold of my shaft as I pushed just the head in. I watched as her flesh yielded and stretched around the bulbous tip. I snapped my gaze up to her face, gauging her reaction, her discomfort and pleasure. I needed this to be good for her.

I pushed in another inch, and her eyes widened, a small sound of shock and pain leaving her. “You’re so big, Azar. It’s almost too big.”

I closed my eyes and groaned. “You were made for me and me for you.” But I stilled to give her time in case she wasn’t fully ready.

“Azar,” she whispered, and I forced my eyes open to see her shaking her head, her hands sliding up my biceps and curling along my shoulders. “Don’t stop. I’m okay.”

I exhaled and wanted to argue, to tell her I would wait an eternity for her to be ready, but she shook her head again.

“I’m okay. I want this. I want you.”

I pushed in another inch, continuing my slow and steady motion, giving her time to adjust to my size. But my jaw was clenched, my teeth ready to crack from the force and restraint I was using not to slam deep into her.

My mate was just so tight, so hot and wet.

And then I was buried fully in her, my balls resting against the perfect mounds of her bottom, her tight, hot heat clenching around my length. It took all my willpower not to retreat and thrust. Retreat and thrust.

“My Emma,” I whispered softly and leaned down to kiss her gently. “I hate that I’m hurting you.”

She cupped either side of my face, her hands so tiny, her touch meaning so much to me. “I want this. I want you.” I pulled back, and she smiled at me. “I won’t break.”