“Should I give you what you need,
bella
?” He brushed her lips with his, and her knees went weak, turning to jelly with the first electric touch of their mouths. He returned again, lingering longer, keeping the touch through one breath and the next. The third time the kiss came, his tongue snaked into her mouth. She opened for him, anxious to be controlled and loved by this man.
As his tongue slithered inside, she did the same to him, tasting and discovering the nooks and crannies. Feeling daring, she laved one of his fangs and changed position so she could suck on the protruding piece of enamel. His response was instantaneous.
Djimon jerked away from her with a roar and threw her onto the bed, following her down before she had the opportunity to even bounce on the soft mattress. “Tease.” He growled and yet smiled. “Beautiful, gorgeous, tease.”
He nuzzled her neck and she tilted her head to the side, anxious to have his kisses and caresses wherever he desired. He licked and nipped her throat, kissing a scorching path along her body, from one shoulder to the next. He tugged and pulled on the straps of her bra with a growing growl, and then from one thought to the next, the piece of clothing disappeared.
“Wha—”
“Shh…
bella
. Magic of being a vampire. I enjoy peeling away the layers, but magic is much more efficient.”
Oh, she liked that magic right now. Liked it a lot. Bra gone, his lips and teeth resumed their travels. Each kiss and bite dampened her pussy with desire for him. The scent of her musk filled the room, infecting the air with her arousal.
He circled her left nipple with his tongue, sensitizing and awakening the tiny bud of flesh. She arched into his ministrations, pressing into his mouth, and he chuckled against her breast. “Easy, Cilla, I’ll give you what you want.”
This time when he latched onto her, he sucked and nibbled exactly as she needed. Each pull and tug and bite went straight to her pussy, making it clench and tighten in conjunction with his mouth. Harder and softer and then somewhere in between, she felt as if she could come from him sucking on her breasts alone. “Please…” She wanted to come and didn’t care how.
Djimon released her and nuzzled the space between her breasts. “Not yet, lover. Not yet.”
He continued his journey south, laving and tasting her as he went. Then his warm breath fanned over her pussy. She shuddered, aching and open for him.
Wait. She hadn’t been naked. “Djimon…”
“Just a bit more magic,
bella
.” He chuckled against her labia and she sucked in a quick breath.
His magic just shot him to the top of her Awesome Lovers list. Not that the list was long. Okay, it only had two people on it, but still. He was at the top.
She spread her legs wider to accommodate the breadth of his shoulders. He placed his hands beneath her hips and lifted the tiniest bit, and she stared at him over the roundness of her belly.
“A beautiful feast, fit for a king.”
Djimon kissed her outer labia with soft tender touches and then his tongue delved into her pussy, licking her from anus to clit and back again. Cilla gasped and moaned, pulling her thighs farther apart, giving him greater access and spreading her pussy open for him. He flicked her clit in response—a rapid hummingbird-like movement. She rocked against his mouth, aching and empty, so needy.
“Djimon…” He circled the opening of her pussy round and round and round before he finally plunged into her heat, fucking her with his tongue. In and out, out and in, he worked her pussy. She rocked and gasped with each advance, anxious to come.
Her orgasm built in her toes, tightening her muscles as it slithered along her spine. It danced up to her head, making her dizzy with desire for this man. “Close.” She could barely gasp out the word.
So close.
Djimon moaned against her cunt in response. She arched, her back leaving the bed, hips canting toward him. He increased his speed and attention, giving her more of what she craved. One of his hands snaked around her hips, fingers unerringly finding her clit, pinching and rubbing the excited nubbin of flesh. He circled and pressed and rubbed, tongue still thrusting in and out of her pussy. She rocked and sobbed, needing to come, but unwilling for the ecstasy of his attention to come to an end.
Finally…finally she came on Djimon’s mouth. Her pussy clenched down on his invasion, and she shattered into a million scales, fire burning through her like never before.
He eased his attentions, bringing her slowly back to herself. Panting and gasping for breath, she reached down and stroked his silken locks, anxious to thank this beautiful man for taking her to places previously unknown. “Djimon…”
Then he was there, rising above her, his cock poised at her entrance, the blunt head pressing the tiniest bit into her cunt. “I will take you higher yet,
bella
.”
“No…” She shook her head, unsure if it was truly possible to feel much more. “You can’t.”
He eased forward, pushing into her, stretching her open for him. “Oh, but I can, and I will.” He slipped in further, his cock forcing her to accept him. She relented, relaxing her muscles and letting him in. There was the slightest burning as he shoved his erection into her heat, easing in and then retreating, an ebb and flow like the tides. Advance and retreat, push, and pull, in and out. His cock stroked every fold of her inner walls, discovering nerve endings she didn’t know existed.
And then, and then, and then…his cock stroked that spot, that bundle of nerve endings she’d only ever been able to touch when she masturbated, that gathering of nerves that half the women in the world didn’t think was real. The head of his cock, on some advance or retreat, she didn’t know and didn’t care, pressed against her G-spot, and she nearly shot off the bed in pleasure as the pain of arousal raced through her like a new fire. “Yes!” She screamed and writhed on his cock. “There!”
“That’s it. I’ll fuck you just like that. Let me love you,
bella
.” He increased his pace, angle unchanging, thrusting and rubbing against that inescapable bit of ecstasy with each stroke. Faster and faster he plunged in and out of her pussy; harder and harder he worked.
With each thrust her orgasm built anew, rising this time from deep within her, burning and hotter than she’d ever felt before, until she feared she’d incinerate the entire home. The urge to display her scales, shout to the world of her pleasure and show this man, this vampire, exactly what he could do to her body, grew unbearable. Until…
Her pussy clenched and tightened around his invasion, milking and grasping him in a rhythm that only her cunt could instinctively know and create. She came, a ball of blazing light and scales. And then, when she thought she couldn’t burn hotter, a sudden blinding pleasure enveloped her clit. She squeezed her eyes shut against the shattering of her body, a silent scream caught in her throat.
Djimon gave three final, powerful thrusts before he too succumbed to the immeasurable pleasure of orgasm, freezing above her. He slumped over her, his weight a welcome feeling on her chest. His warm breath fanned against her neck, cooling the sweat on her body. She stroked his back, soothing him without words until he rolled and pulled her close, cradling her with his arm. She rested her head against his shoulder, her hand covering his heart. Content. So content.
And then she realized why.
“You gave me back my scale.” Cilla rolled on top of him, legs straddling his hips, breasts hanging down over him. She didn’t care. Didn’t give a damn that this gorgeous man was getting a very good look at all her rolls in all their glory. “You.” She poked his chest. “Gave.”
Poke.
“Me.”
Prod.
“My.”
Double Poke.
“Scale.”
Poke, poke, poke.
“Of course I did,
bella
.” He snatched her hand, opened it and pressed a soft kiss to the palm before pressing it against his heart. “I swore I would, and I always keep my promises. I wish only to love you, Cilla. That’s why the Harpy brought us together. She knew we would be a match unrivaled. She also knew you were stubborn.”
“I’m not stubborn.”
He chuckled and she gasped, his stomach stoking the embers of their lovemaking. She lowered herself further onto him, rubbing her clit on his lower stomach in tiny, sparking circles. His hard cock nestled between the cheeks of her ass. He gripped her hips, forcing her down even harder onto his abdomen, and she moaned with the increased friction. “Not stubborn,
bella
?”
She shook her head. “Not.” Cilla kept making the small circles with her hips and turned her attention to the man beneath her. His chest was as wide and chiseled as she’d imagined. His stomach was worthy of a statue dedicated to him, carved muscles rippling just beneath his skin, dancing and shifting with each breath. She ran her hands down his chest, her fingernails digging in and leaving red scores.
He groaned. “Again,
bella
.”
“Cilla.”
“Wha—”
She scratched him again from chest to hips. “Call me Cilla in bed.”
“Cilla. Sweet Cilla.”
Sweet? She almost snorted. But he didn’t think of her as “Silly Cilla” like the Harpy. She had to remind herself that she wasn’t bound to Djimon any longer. She had her scale and could leave at any time. Shift and fly away, but…but something in her wanted to stay and discover every inch of this man, this vampire. Cilla shifted even further back onto his hips, increasing the pressure of his cock against her ass. How wonderful would it feel to have him sink into her forbidden entrance? Stroke her dark passage until she came…
He hissed at her, fangs distended. “Quit teasing.”
“I am a tease, Djimon.” She leaned forward, brushing her lips against his and lifting her hips until his cock no longer touched her needy flesh. “Tell me, what do you want?”
“You, always you. I’ve dreamt of you, Cilla. Dreamt of being inside you.”
“Mmm… Maybe I should give you what you want…” She adjusted her position until the tip of his cock just kissed her soaked pussy, pulling away when he tried to push deeper and doing her best to drive him wild.
“Please…”
“Begging?”
“Always. I’ll always beg for you.”
“Ooh. Right answer.” Cilla adjusted her weight and sank onto Djimon’s cock, easing herself down inch by agonizing inch, extending and drawing out her pleasure while tormenting her lover. Teasing him while lengthening her bit of ecstasy was just a bonus. Further and further she sank over him, enveloping him in her heat until her pussy rested against his pubis, clit rubbing his pubic bone.
“Oh.”
Oh.
That was…something. She rotated her hips in small circles. That was it. With each shift of her hips, her pussy contracted and tightened around Djimon’s invasion.
His hands clutched her hips, and he tilted his own ever so slightly so that his cock pressed against her G-spot.
“Oh!” She increased her speed, gaze locked on the blood-red eyes of her lover.
“That’s it, my Cilla. Take your pleasure from me. Use me.”
Cilla did as he demanded. She threw her head back, her hands on her breasts, fingers pinching and rolling her nipples while her hips continued their small, incremental shifts and dances. She moved from side to side and front to back to circling round and round, each change searching and hunting for her orgasm. It was rare for her to come once, never mind twice. Three times seemed impossible, but the fire within was building. The scales beneath her skin vibrated, aching with the desire to explode from her and show themselves to this man, this vampire who’d completed the dragon within.
The towering orgasm overwhelmed anything she’d experienced in her long lifetime. It built… It built within her heart, her dragon’s heart. It pounded within her veins as if it were part of her very being, a full body release building and growing. The looming precipice terrified her. She was afraid of what this meant, afraid of what it could mean.
“Easy, let it happen…” Djimon’s quiet words soothed her, and she let it flow from within, let it become the liquid fire of myths and legends and those whispered words among the dragon ladies. She let it physically grow as part of her. Before she could breathe another breath she shattered, shimmering green scales exploding from her skin, showing Djimon her true self. She sobbed against him, dying and living and being reborn in that moment. She changed from simply prim and proper Cilla to Cilla the mated, the claimed and the loved by this vampire. Her dragon had known, and now the human side of Cilla accepted what her body had been demanding that her eyes and heart see.
This man didn’t just complete her dragon; he completed her.
Cilla slumped over him, exhausted. “You knew.”
“I knew.”
“How?”
He stroked her back and she purred against him, unconcerned that her scales were still out on display, that she was more like a snake at that moment than a human woman. But Djimon didn’t seem bothered by their presence; his cock was still hard as a rock, buried deep inside her.
“Oh! I came… You didn’t…”
“I did, sweet Cilla. You just arouse me until I don’t think my cock will ever be anything but hard around you.”
Well, then. That made her pretty damned smug. Fluffy, bookish Cilla the dragon made her vampire hunk hard. She swallowed against the lump in her throat. Her vampire? Yeah, her vampire. She’d mated to him, albeit sorta unknowingly. He was hers now. “How did you know?”
“The same way you did. I’ve actually visited Blue Hedgehog Press as an author.”
She nibbled her lower lip. “But, I never saw you or sensed you…” Yet another thing that could be laid at the Harpy’s door. Without her scale, she hadn’t recognized her mate. Then the rest of his words hit her and she smiled. “You write erotic romance? No way!”
“Hush. I seduced you well enough, didn’t I? I think I know what a woman wants.”
She nuzzled his neck. “Just as long as you don’t practice on anyone else.”
“Never. I fell in love with you the first time you growled at the Harpy. I’ve been biding my time, trying to convince the Harpy I was perfect for you while also convincing her that putting us together was her idea.” He pressed a kiss against her temple. “I wanted you, sweet Cilla, but only if you wanted me in return. I believed that you did, but you have your scale back. You can leave if you want to.”