“Good, princess.” He murmured words of encouragement, using his makeshift bridle to hold her head back and expose her neck to him. He fluttered kisses along it, and she writhed. Then, he started to lick and suck, sending her hips roiling. He bent her back as he leaned forward, bringing his mouth first to one breast then the next, working her nipples hard with his tongue as she gave a muffled moan.
She gave up on grinding him then, as one of her hands went between her legs and the other caught in his hair—he could feel her fingers working in between them, rubbing herself so hard, and he heard her breath catch. He tightened the belt behind her and pulled her to him, forehead to forehead, her riding him and touching herself, the hot scent of her filling the air, knowing that the same pussy that he was going to fuck was dripping for him already. He smoothed his cheek against hers, feeling the leather of his belt alongside his jaw as he went to whisper in her ear. “Does my poor, tortured princess need to come?”
She nodded strongly and made a muffled whine. She was so perfect and so his; she was his mate, and she needed him. He couldn’t stand it anymore—his cock fucking hurt, and if he didn’t get to feel it in her, he would die. He growled and reached between them, furiously undoing the fly of his jeans with one hand, shoving them down as she tensed and whined—so close, so close—and he let go of the belt to grab the ass of her pajamas with both hands to rip them off of her, exposing her to him as he reached between her legs to center himself as she still rubbed with her fingers, and then he was pulling her onto himself as she thrashed, and he pushed into her right as she was coming. He hissed as she quivered around him, pussy pulsing around his cock like it was trying to drink him down. He let out a guttural moan because fuck, entering her had never felt like this before, and her hips pulled him in with her spasms like she needed him inside her. Her moans were muffled by the leather, but he could feel her chest heave against him, and her hands were clenched into fists in his shirt the same way her pussy was grabbing him now. He swept one hand up quickly into her hair and pulled the end of the belt again as he finished the job, impaling himself inside her, feeling the echoes of her pulsing still.
Each time with her is always new, his dragon murmured, relishing the sensations the same as he did.
Yes, oh, yes, Damian agreed, as he felt her give a final tug.
“You couldn’t wait, could you, princess?” he whispered to her when she was finished. A bead of sweat traced between her breasts, looking every bit like the precum he knew he was leaking inside her now, and she flashed him a guilty sex-glazed look. “No…don’t apologize,” he said, rewarding her with another thrust. “I love it when you come,” he said, well aware of how quickly that phrase could’ve become dangerous. He thrust up into her again, so tempted to say more, now that she couldn’t tell him he was being cruel. But somehow, he kept his head, even though his cock was buried deep inside her. “As long as you’re only coming for me,” he teased, but he knew he meant it. If anyone else so much as touched her, he would kill them. He swallowed, slowly pulsing in and out of her as she held herself still for him, her hands on his shoulders, keeping her hips in the perfect spot to arch along his length. He slid a hand beneath her breast, rubbing her nipple softly with a thumb. Her head rocked back, letting her still slightly damp hair cascade behind her. Her eyes closed, and at that moment, as she started to bob her hips against him, as he felt her soft folds parting to take him in, he realized the one thing his father’s decision had stolen from him—he’d never gotten to dream about a perfect woman growing up. There had been no transition between innocence and lust, no time to figure out what he wanted or who he wanted to be with before he was given too many options and expected to take them all. He’d never been given time to dream or hope or wonder—until now.
With Andi.
Because she was the exact kind of woman he would’ve dreamt about, if he’d ever thought he could, the kind of woman he would’ve hoped to someday sate and hold tight. He wouldn’t have known it before he’d met her, that such a small creature could control him, and yet now that he did, he needed her, and as she rutted against him, her teeth creasing the leather belt as she tried to moan around it, he knew she needed him.
His hand in her hair with the belt wound around it tightened, and he thrust up, hard. “Is this what you want, princess?” he whispered harshly, taking her more roughly now. He licked the fingers of his free hand, pulled one of her nipples with them, and was rewarded with a shudder. “Did the thought of feeling me inside you make you have to touch yourself and come?” Her own hands ran across his chest, grabbing and pulling his shirt up to touch his skin as her hips kept rocking. “Did my princess have to rub her clit for me? Waiting for me? Because she couldn’t take it anymore?” Her brow rose, and she nodded, eyes wild while her hips still pulsed. He bowed his head forward, feeling the desperate urge to seat himself inside her and fucking claim her. “It’s because you need me in you,” he growled. He let go of the belt now and grabbed her hips and started to use her to fuck him, the belt’s metal buckle clinking with each thrust. She gave a muffled whine, and he knew there would be bruises of his fingertips on her thighs tomorrow morning just as he knew she wouldn’t mind because she was scorching him with her heat, her juices dripping down his sack, as she took his cock in again and again and he had to say it, he couldn’t stop himself. “You were meant for me, Andi. Me and no one else. And now that I’ve found you, you’re fucking mine.”
Her nostrils flared, and her breasts heaved as she breathed in deep, suddenly holding herself still over him.
“Do you hear me?” he whispered hoarsely. She nodded, eyes wide and incredulous, and he caught a hand in her hair again, belt forgotten. He thrust deep inside her, and she moaned. “You need me because you’re mine.”
Him being able to say it out loud made all of him ache, a full-body agony, one that could only be healed by release. He felt her blood racing inside and out, for all that she was still now, and then as he thrust up again, he felt her match him. He made a low sound, and then they were together.
He didn’t know how to explain it except her forehead was against his and her arms were around his neck and his hands were fucking her hips onto him and the metal of the belt chimed with each slick slap of her taking him right down to his balls. Each time he pinned her it felt like he was spinning the barrel of a gun, loading each chamber up, until everything was primed and then, oh, God, she was coming on him, her pussy somehow tighter right before her whole body shuddered and quaked, tears leaking from her eyes as she howled out, the sound muffled by the leather, and then he was coming too, his balls pulling tight as he shot round after round inside her. His cock twitched hard inside her tight little cunt with each load, as she rode him, he rode her, and they both died a little only to get to live more, or at least that was how it felt. And then he cradled her against his chest for what seemed like an eternity, relishing the skin on skin of it, the feel of her heart beating, the perfect sounds of her ragged breathing, until she pulled up and back, letting him slide out, and it felt like part of him was gone.
She still had the belt clenched between her teeth, and he reached up to pull it out, finding two perfect hemispheres of teeth marks upon it, and he purred, “Beautiful, princess,” before showing it to her. “If you ever get the chance to bite me, bite me like that. Like you want to hang on,” he said, then reached up to rub the corners of her jaw.
* * *
Andi felt his fingers touch the spot where she was sore and press in, and it was that familiar contact, albeit, in an unfamiliar place, that brought her back to her body again.
She’d offered him her wrists first out of no small amount of guilt, and then it’d been a relief when he wanted to gag her, frankly, because then she wouldn’t be tempted to tell him anything about her uncle.
But as they’d gone on, it’d morphed into something more—something hotter than she could’ve imagined. The belt had made her just the right amount of helpless. Shameless, too, when she reme
mbered rubbing herself so hard for him. There was something about how raw it felt, being controlled by him, by letting him be in charge, especially when she knew she had a secret. She wanted him to punish her a little for holding back, and then at the end when he had to have her, and he fucked her so hard, so desperately, saying mine, mine, mine, her thighs were still quivering as her mind spun.
“Oh, God,” she whispered, sagging against him.
His arms fell around her waist. “Good or bad?” he asked, nuzzling her hair with his chin.
She pushed back a little, looking around, as though her living room was unfamiliar. “As in, oh, God, that was insane.” Damian rumbled contentedly beneath her, and then she focused in on him. It was hard because, before her orgasm, every single piece of her had focused on that one shared goal like she’d come with him right down to her very cells, but then afterward, it was like she’d exploded out into a million pieces. She needed time to collect herself back up again.
She breathed him in, the light musk she associated with him, some combination of deodorant, man, and sweat, and wondered if that was what her uncle meant when he’d said she’d smelled like dragon. “When would I ever get the chance to bite you?” she wondered aloud.
“I don’t know. I might ask you to sometime. Or you might get really hungry.” He nipped at her shoulder, and she laughed.
“You’re joking, but there’s like a whole Netflix category about that kind of thing, I bet,” she said, blinking and rubbing her face. “Christ…Damian,” she said, still figuring herself out.
“Are you okay?” he asked kindly, giving her a worried look.
“That…was, just intense, was all.”
“How intense?” he asked her, continuing to be amused.
“Like, cult-leader intense.”
“How would you know?”
“Also, Netflix.”
He chuckled. She felt it start deep in his belly and then echo up through his chest, and he seemed so delighted at that moment, she wished she could take a photograph of him, to always have it with her and keep it for later.
“That’s a new one,” he said.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s what all cult leaders say.” Andi ran a hand through her hair and tried to straighten herself and then realized what, precisely, Damian had done to her brand-new pajamas. “Why do you have to destroy all my nice things?” she asked with a fake pout.
“Because I like buying you new ones.” He swatted her ass gently, and she stood as he set himself back in his jeans. “And speaking of….” he began, looking down at the couch as he stood too.
“Absolute biohazard now. Yes, please.” Andi placed a solemn hand on her chest. “On behalf of Sammy and I, we have always wanted a purple velvet sectional.”
He laughed again. “I am completely willing to buy one, once you tell me what that is.”
Andi grinned helplessly. His happiness was contagious, and so many other things too: addictive, dangerous. “I’ll find one online and send it to you,” she said, shimmying her pajama bottoms down.
“Aww,” he complained quietly.
“What?” she asked, kicking them off and sweeping them up in hand.
“I was looking forward to eating you out through that hole.”
“Damian!” she quietly hissed in her tiny living room, not all that far away from Sammy’s bedroom door, scandalized.
“What?” he asked, pretending to be innocent.
“You…that’s…kind of pervy!” she sputtered.
“Oh, yes, I’m the terrible, dirty, mean, pervy man who makes you come until you can’t breathe. It’s tragic, really,” he said, looking smug as he threaded his bitten belt back through its loops, and Andi realized he hadn’t offered her the belt in her mouth for her sake.
It’d been for his.
So that he could tell her all the things he wanted to, without any repercussions—so there’d be no possible way she could tell him he was being “mean” or moving too fast. She may have been high on endorphins, but she’d heard every word as he’d sworn he needed her and she needed him, and she’d seen the look on his face as he’d said them. Andi didn’t believe in soul mates or anything like that, and life was far too complicated to think that you were going to bump into the one person out of seven billion who was your meant-to-be, come the fuck on—but if she wasn’t meant to be with him when he could make her feel like that, for at least a little while, who the hell was runner up?
Andi tilted her head and took off her pajama top, so she was standing naked in front of him, and then held up one hand to count off the fingers on it. “Terrible, dirty, mean, perverted, boyfriend,” she announced, upon reaching her thumb, and his face lit up from within. He beamed at her, and then he dodged around her, walking quickly down the short hall to her bedroom. “Where are you going?” she quietly whispered after him.
“To go rip access holes in all of your pants now,” he whispered back.
She picked up a couch cushion and threw it down the hall at him.
Through some superhuman effort after Andi cleaned up and Damian stripped, they got nakedly into bed and into a snuggling position without having sex again. She was proud of herself for turning her phone all the way off, seeing as the only people she cared about were currently under the same roof, but she understood why Damian had to leave his on, putting it carefully beside him on a nightstand before returning his attention to her. She sank into the sheets beside him, they were made of the same stuff her former pajamas were and pulled her hair through the strap of her nightshift-nurse-regulation blindfold.
“For the record, this is a sleeping blindfold for me, not a sexy time one. I’m embarrassed to say we need to stop for tonight,” she admitted once it was on her forehead, and she was in his arms.
“Why?”
“Because I don’t think anything left in me can top what we just did, and Damian, I’m so fucking sore—like, good sore—but still—”
“No, I mean, why’re you embarrassed?” he asked. He shifted to lay beside her, holding her gently, softly stroking her elbow with his fingers.
She flushed. “I don’t know. I’m not a tap out kind of girl. And, honestly, I’m not all that used to setting good boundaries and having them respected.”
He tilted his head toward hers, rubbing her temple with his lightly bristled chin. “Isn’t that what relationships are supposed to be about?”
“Yeah, call me back after you’ve had a few,” she said and stuck her tongue out before pulling the blindfold down and snuggling in.
“Or maybe I won’t have to.” She could hear the hope in his voice.
“Oh my God, you are such a relationship virgin.” She reached up and put her hand over his mouth to close it. “It’s okay, I thought I would marry my high school boyfriend too.”
He licked her palm, and she yanked her hand back with a yip. “I’m thirty-eight, Andi; it’s a little different,” he said.
“Mmmph. I’m almost twenty-eight, and I’m very, very jaded.”
“Why?”
“Because,” Andi said, tempted to leave it at that, but then figured she might as well take him at face value. She leaned back and pushed her blindfold up. “Because I’ve put out and then been ghosted. I’ve been ghosted without putting out. I dated one guy for eight months and even met his parents, and then he dumped me right before he suddenly became wealthy, and I’ve had a ton of guys try to go out with me because they hope that because I’m Asian, I’ll be meek,” and at that, she felt Damian snort beneath her. “I know, right? But when I started dating, it took a while to figure that shit out. I’m not an anime character…I’m not even Japanese!” She groaned and thumped her head against his chest. “And that’s not even counting all the legitimately pervy guys who’ve followed me down streets or off the bus or whatever just…hoping.” She shuddered, and Damian was very quiet in response. “Don’t get any ideas or go off killing anyone,” she warned him.
“I would never tell you about it. It’s just that the stre
ets around you would suddenly become littered with corpses,” he said, and she wasn’t entirely sure if he was joking.
“Officially, I’m a nurse, so don’t joke about killing people. But unofficially, yes, please,” she said. She made to reach for her blindfold again and then took a detour, looking up at him. “Okay, so how the hell do you get to thirty-eight without even trying this before? Was it because of your fucked-up childhood?”
“You could say that.” He paused, apparently considering. “When I began…well, where I began,” he started, and she felt him searching for words.
“You don’t have to if it’s too hard,” she told him, spreading a hand out on his broad chest. He caught it in his own.
“It’s just very different from your own is all. I was a prince, so the normal rules of Realms society didn’t apply to me.”
“Because your parents wanted to marry you off to other royal types?”
He shook his head. “No. They always knew I was too headstrong. And while they would’ve appreciated me being cooperative, that’s just not how it works. Because both of us…have to agree.”
Andi realized he was talking about his dragon again. She turned in his arms, so her chin was on his chest, and her belly was on the mattress. “I take it that doesn’t happen often?”
His golden eyes gazed down at her. “It has never happened before.”
“But, you’ve had sex before.”
“Countless times.”
Her eyes widened. “Hmmm, maybe try counting? For me?”
“I honestly don’t think I could. I said countless for a reason,” he said, giving her a rueful smile, and she remembered all the images of him online with a different girl on his arm each weekend.
“Well,” she swallowed. “I guess that does explain why you’re so good at it.”
“Thank you,” he said simply. “In any case, though, Andi, none of those experiences compare to even one minute with you.”
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