by Kyle, Celia
Her emotions were not all that he uncovered. He discovered the wide variety of things Lily ached to explore, and he didn’t hesitate to promise to give her all she desired. He leaned in and kissed her deeply, drinking from her sweet lips before wrapping her in his arms. He carried her back to the ryaapir unit, carefully lowered her to the soft surface and finally broke the mating of their mouths.
When he spoke, his voice held the deep huskiness of need and wanting. “Turn over, shaa kouva. I will claim you from behind, cover you and coat you in my scent.”
He punctuated his demand with a flex of his hips, torn between how he wished to love her next and the need to remain buried in her wet heat.
“Yes,” she hissed and wiggled, easing away from him, and he forced himself to do the same. As he withdrew, his mate moaned and shuddered, and he could not help but look down and watch as he pulled free of her intimate heat. Lily whimpered and whined. “Feels so good.”
So perfect. Argan’s thoughts mimicked his mate’s and he agreed that there was nothing but perfection between them. One that would continue until they were both sated. Completely.
Once he withdrew fully, his mate quickly rolled to her stomach, presenting him with her plump ass. Argan wondered what he had done to deserve such a female as this lush human. Glorious perfection. And immediately after that thought, something else swept through him, emotions from his mate. Feelings of inadequacy—that she was not enough for him.
He made it his duty to drive those feelings from his mate—one orgasm at a time.
His cock pulsed with the desire to be back inside her once again and he palmed her pale ass. He cupped them, giving her a squeeze and admiring the way both halves fit in his palms.
“You are too perfect,” smoke escaped him as he spoke, the dragon’s soul confirming it felt the same. There was no other more perfect than their mate.
He gripped the base of his cock and rubbed the tip up and down her soaked slit, gathering more of her cream to coat his length. He nudged her clit and smiled when she shuddered, reveling in teasing his tiny human female. Then he moved to her opening, her core contracting as if it wished to drag him inside her once more. Her pussy kissed the head of his cock and he lingered there, reveling in the delicious sensations. He eased his hips forward, allowing the first couple of inches of his length slide into her hot wetness only to withdraw once more. Nothing more than a shallow thrust and retreat, a tormenting fuck that would drive them both mad with wanting.
“Please, shaa kouvi, please.”
That was enough for him. His mate should never have to beg. Unless it was a sensual game she wished to play.
Argan grasped her hips, his tanned skin a stark contrast to her pale flesh—his roughness at odds with her delicate softness—and Lily reached back to grasp his wrist. With the touch came the flickering of thoughts—assurances that she loved the distinct differences between them. That his roughness attracted her. His willingness to fight to protect an even greater draw than any other.
He changed his position then, leaning forward and laying his hands atop hers near her head, his chest flush with her back though he stopped his hips from surging forward. Soon, but not yet. Not quite yet.
“Shaa kouva…” He murmured into her ear and she whimpered in return. “With this, you are mine.”
With that declaration, he let his feral instincts wrench control. He thrust into her and was enveloped in pure, white-hot ecstasy. On her stomach, she seemed even tighter than before. Impossible. And yet it was the truth. The walls of her soaked pussy caressed his length from the dark crown to the base of his hardened length. He grinded against his mate, her inner walls fluttering around his invasion, and he did not stop until her center took all of him.
In their minds, they were alone in the most intimate, romantic place imaginable. It was simply them and their bodies, exploring every inch of each other in the most passionate way possible. While they were lost, he sought out every insecurity that lingered. She was his and he was hers. How could she possibly be inadequate in any way?
She could not.
He twined their fingers, pressed their knotted fists to the cushioned surface, and then began fucking her in earnest. He thrust into her over and over again. His swollen, aching balls swung heavily beneath her body with each new assault. He sucked in a harsh, hissing breath as his cock struck a spot within her that caused her whole body to tighten and her back to arch while she pushed her ass into him. She begged him to continue, not to stop, and to keep going.
He did not have to be asked twice.
He pounded into her over and over again, their bodies tied together by hands and his punishing thrusts. He continued to hit that sweet spot inside her, the one that made her moan and whine while her body convulsed with pleasure. She begged for more. Faster. Harder. Deeper. Take her. Fuck her. Claim her.
Yesss…
She said some words aloud, others within his mind, but regardless of their source, he was driven to give her all she craved. His heart thumped hard, racing as he kept up the hurried pace, and he sensed her orgasm drawing nearer. It built and built and he allowed his own to match his mate’s. They would come together. Come in a blinding rush of ecstasy that would continue for the rest of their lives.
And then… Then that ultimate bliss struck, Lily releasing a loud groan that filled him with masculine pride. He had given her pleasure.
He. And it was a glorious release, a female’s orgasm, so different from his own, and he could not wait to explore more of the differences between his mate’s passion and his own.
They would have a lifetime to explore the way they differed and in what ways they were the same.
Perhaps that was the true glory of the Knowing. Or the simple fact that all was twice as intense than had they not been connected.
“Oh god,” Lily whimpered and trembled as the orgasm shook them both, massaging their nerves and tightening and releasing the tension over and over again. All the while, Argan never stopped, never backed down or slowed his mind-blowing pace.
His mate was in heaven, floating on the clouds he called home and reveling in what he gifted her with every thrust. And with each one, her pleasure was drawn out farther and farther. They lost track of time and space while Argan continued to force their passions to rage higher and higher. The landscape of her mind provided a delectable playground for them to explore and he reveled in the bursts of power that rippled between them. Knowing what his mate felt made him feel so close to her until he lost track of where he ended and she began.
Tied so closely, he did not have to hear her words to know what she craved next. She wished to stare at one another while Argan finished claiming her, coating her in his scent from inside out. He withdrew before a sound left her mouth and turned her over without hesitation, her feet now planted on the edge of the ryaapir unit, knees spread widely.
His beast roared and urged him to finish this claiming—to tie them irrevocably together in a way that went beyond human laws and Preor beliefs. They would be one.
He did not hesitate once she was settled, immediately shoving his cock back into her hot wetness. He thrust in roughly, taking her, and growled as she rippled around his dick. He did not pause a moment to let her grow used to his invasion. No, he picked up his original pace, pounding in and out of her silken pussy. He pounded her again and again, taking more and more pleasure in her slick body. His balls slapped against her ass and punctuated his every thrust.
And with every one, he repeated a single word. “Mine.”
“Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.”
The only thing that soothed him was the fact that she agreed, repeating “yours” as an echo to him.
By the fourth time she repeated the word “yours,” Argan was lost. Lost to the sensations, their thoughts, her words. There was no holding anything at bay any longer.
He bucked and thrust into her, losing his precise rhythm and adopting a jolted pace that reminded him of learning to fly, of that first rush of wi
nd beneath his wings and the pure joy of discovery. He thrust once, twice, and then he found that ultimate release he so craved. Pleasure erupted within, his veins burning and fire roaring through him from head to toe. It exploded within his body, leaving him through his cock as he filled his mate with his very essence.
Emotion—these stronger than any before—welled and danced between them. So great he wondered how their bodies could possibly endure such greatness. But survive they did, both of them hot, sweaty, and coated in lust—a fact that pleased them both. In truth, his mate believed the way they stared at one another was sweet.
Argan could not wait to be sweet again.
His potent seed shot into her, and more came in quick succession, branding Lily as his. No other would go near her. No other would ever think of claiming her. Not now, not ever.
Their minds swam together in what felt like an infinite pool of the stars, drifting through space as though it were liquid bliss. This had to be the heaven that humans often spoke of. It was physical, mental, and emotional bliss—uninhibited joy and passion. They were all part of the same just like he and Lily were now the same on some level. That moment felt like an eternity, and they certainly were mirrors of each other.
Argan was not sure where one of them ended and the other began, but he soon slowed his hips, cock softening, and carefully withdrew from his mate. He whispered love words into her ear and caressed her with his mouth and hands, not stopping until his mate sighed and relaxed.
“Wow,” she murmured and he echoed her.
“Yes, wow.” His voice was just as husky as his mate’s. She stared at him, her expression loving and content, but that was not what their connection told him. “You are troubled, shaa kouva.”
She wrinkled her nose and her cheeks turned pink. “I… I’m just scared. That was amazing—I didn’t even know something like that was possible—but the Knowing feels so complete, and I…”
“You are complete.” Argan stroked her hair and reminded himself he must be gentle with his mate. “You fear some of you was lost with the removal of your implants.” She nodded and he shook his head. “You forget that they were only small bits of metal your brain used. I am a warrior, but if I were to lose my sword, that does not mean I am any less a warrior.” He gathered her hands and brought them together, brushing a gentle kiss across her knuckles. “Your heart has always been yours, and that is the part of you I love most.”
Then she gifted him with the greatest prize, the one thing a male craved more than anything else. His mate traced his jaw with her fingers and then cupped his face, forcing him to meet her stare. She leaned up and he lowered his head to meet her, their mouths connecting in the middle. Connecting in a way he never imagined possible. “I love you, too, shaa kouvi. I love you too.”
The End.
About the Author
Ex-dance teacher, former accountant and erstwhile collectible doll salesperson, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Celia Kyle now writes paranormal romances. It goes without saying that there’s always a happily-ever-after for her characters, even if there are a few road bumps along the way. Today she lives in central Florida and writes full-time with the support of her loving husband and two finicky cats.
https://celiakyle.com
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