A Queen of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales 4)

He grunted as he fucked my face in long strokes. He tilted my head back farther, just this side of pain. Dominating. Taking his pleasure.

I whimpered, right on the edge. Sucking for all I was worth.

“Swallow it all,” he said before he growled his release.

His delicious taste flooded my mouth and slid down my throat. I gulped, savoring the sweet and exotic taste. My own climax ripped through me, and I groaned in chorus with him, shuddering in delight.

Still the heat pounded through my veins. Pleasuring him was nice, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t what would satisfy me.

I backed off and then licked him clean before straightening up to standing. Holding his eyes, I fed him my glistening fingers, letting him suck off my climax. I followed that with a kiss to his lips, letting him open my mouth with his and mix the flavors. The thought of it spiraled, and then I was running my fingers into his hair and taking hold, assaulting his mouth with mine. Wrestling with his tongue. The kiss deepened as we lost ourselves to it.

“Fuck me, dragon,” I told him, pulling him backward toward the bed. “Worship me.”

His growl of pleasure slithered across my flesh.

“As you command,” he replied, and he fell across me onto the bed. His hip and elbow touched down beside me, though, so his weight wasn’t directly pressing on my front. He was already trying to protect the baby.

Suddenly I couldn’t wait. I couldn’t get enough. I needed him inside me. I needed his seed, regardless of whether it mattered at this point.

I pulled up my knees to either side of him. I reached between us and grabbed his already stiffening cock. I angled my hips and placed him at my opening before reaching both hands around and raking them across his scales.

He sucked in a gasp and then rammed forward, driving down to his base.

“I’ve never heard of a dragon losing a baby from sex,” he said as he ground against me, moaning when I clenched my cunt around his hard cock. “But if you feel like I’m being too rough, tell me and I’ll back off. I won’t ever forget that you’re carrying my child, but that doesn’t mean I know what is best for your body. Do you understand me? You are in control here. Always.”

“Yes,” I breathed, jerking my hips to get a little friction. “Come inside me, Nyfain. I need you to come inside me.”

He kissed me hard as he pulled his hips back. His tongue swiped through my mouth as he thrust back into me. Then he started a fast rhythm, perched on the edge of the bed, filling me up. I ran my fingers along his scales, back and forth, liking the feel of it. Wanting to get to our climax faster. Pleasure pulsed through me, through our bond, and then a rush of sweet oblivion hit me, pulling me under and setting off sparklers behind my eyelids. I cried out with the climax. He groaned my name and then shuddered over me a moment later, filling me up and running over.

The euphoria settled over me immediately, and this time I rode it, drifting within the bliss of it.

In a moment he pulled out and situated me so that I was in bed, snuggled and warm, the euphoria pulsing softly within me. He climbed in beside me, facing me with his head propped up on his elbow. We’d have a few minutes of bliss before the heat would start pounding again, requiring more servicing.

He traced his fingers along the edge of my bottom lip before running it over and along my chin. His eyes tracked the movement, sliding down my neck and lingering on his mark. Then lower, over my collarbone and down between my breasts. Only when he got to my stomach did his fingers slow and flatten until his palm was flush with my belly.

“Last time…when we thought you might be with child,” he murmured, turning his palm so he cupped the base of my stomach as though holding what lay inside of it. “And you were late?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“I meant all the things I told you. It was incredibly dangerous for you to have my child at that time. I didn’t have my full power. I didn’t have my wings or my kingdom. I didn’t have an army or my freedom.”

“I know.”

He slid down the bed until his face was even with my belly and hooked his hand around my hip, hugging me. “I would’ve forced you to get out somehow. To go find safety for yourself and the child. I needed you two, above all else, to live.”

I didn’t respond this time. Leaving him for any reason didn’t bear contemplation.

He kissed my navel softly, then a little more firmly, leaving his lips pressed to my skin. I felt the glow of his heart pumping through the bond. I felt the solid contentment of his dragon.