They scraped against the stone and jangled loudly. Stig had never played the part of the bound lover. The novelty of being completely at Cora’s mercy heightened the illicit nature of their tryst. Visions of someday securing her to a wall and ravishing her flitted through his mind.
Cora pressed her cheek to his. Staccato breaths tickled his ear. Her thighs tightened around his waist. Fingernails bit into his skin. Recognizing all the signs of impending orgasm, Stig grasped her ass and pounded into her. He wanted to hear her screams ricochet throughout the cavern. He wanted to feel her sweet cunt milking his cock.
“Stig!” Cora shouted his name a fraction of a second before she came. She undulated wildly and clawed at him. He didn’t dare slow the pace of his thrusts. Head thrown back, she yelled his name over and over. He lowered his mouth to a pebbled nipple and sucked it between his lips, rolling his tongue over the peak, torturing her with the sensual movement. She cried out shrilly at the unexpected suckling and came again.
The pulsing sheath clasping at his cock drove him mad. There was no holding back the climax rushing through him. His entire body went rigid as he slammed deep inside her tight pussy and shot jets of hot cum. His body hummed with the strangest vibrations, vibrations that seemed to emanate from the very stones beneath his bare feet. It was as if they’d come from the Earth herself. A sense of completeness saturated every fiber of his being.
Stig slowly crumpled to the ground and carefully took Cora with him. She shifted until she sat sideways across his lap. Her head rested against his shoulder. He caressed her soft hair and kissed her temple.
“Do you have to stay here all night?”
“Yes. The locks won’t open until morning.” Even if he could have unlocked them, Stig wouldn’t have. Although he felt less feral under Cora’s constant touch, he couldn’t take the risk. If she stopped touching him…
“Then I’ll stay.” Cora snuggled closer and smiled contentedly.
He started to tell her she didn’t need to make such a grand gesture but stopped himself. Honestly he liked her company. He’d been so lonely. Her warm, nubile body cradled in his arm presented a stark contrast to his normal solitude.
Cora’s startling effect on him in his dragon state proved what he’d always suspected. She
He claimed her mouth with a grateful kiss. “Thank you. It won’t be comfortable, though. Probably going to be a long night.”
She grinned up at him and ran her finger along his jaw. “Oh, I can think of a few ways to pass the time.”
His brow arched as he smiled amusedly. “Care to elaborate?”
Cora’s sneaky little fingers meandered down his stomach and eventually found their way to his already stiffening erection. He hissed as they brushed against the sensitive crown of his cock. Her eyes glinted mischievously.
It was going to be one very long night indeed.
Chapter Five
Cora woke to the annoying beep of an alarm. She squinted at her unusual surroundings. The chainsaw snore of the man draped along her back cleared her fuzzy mind. She glanced down at the tanned arm curled around her waist. The bizarre orange coloring had fled with daylight. She swept her fingers over the skin and tried to reconcile the unreal experience of the night prior.
Stig was a dragon.
The statement was no less surreal now. The man she’d loved from afar for so long was a creature of myth and fantasy. It should have freaked her out, but she found it oddly fascinating and exciting. More importantly it was a secret Stig had shared with her and no other human. That he trusted her enough to tell her such a thing spoke volumes. It was a confidence she wouldn’t dare break.
He stirred behind her. His deep inhale ruffled the fine hairs along her neck. She shivered as his soft lips trailed gentle kisses along the curve of her shoulder. His hand slid around and tenderly clasped her breast. He caressed the nipple with the pad of his thumb until the peak stood at attention. When he nibbled her earlobe, Cora moaned and pressed back against the erection jutting between the cheeks of her bottom. An illicit thrill shook her core. They hadn’t done
Stig chuckled low, his voice still a bit raspy, and nipped at her shoulder. “Let’s go upstairs. Do this someplace a bit more comfortable.”
Cora wholeheartedly agreed with his suggestion. A night on the cold stone floor left her body stiff and a bit sore. It was nothing a nice hot shower with Stig wouldn’t cure, though.
Stig shed his cuffs and helped her stand. Hand in hand, they made their way upstairs, Cora one step behind him. She wished it wasn’t so damn dark. The view of his flexing backside would have been unbelievable from that angle. She didn’t hold back the urge to reach out and pinch him as they stepped into the kitchen. Stig yelped, spun around with superhuman speed, and tossed her over his shoulder. He playfully swatted her derriere, eliciting a squeal from her. She tried to wiggle free but it was no use. Once Stig clamped that big hand across her ass, she was his prisoner. There was nothing to do but allow him to cart her upstairs.
He carefully set her down in the bathroom. Cora looped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a long kiss that led to another and things got heated quickly. Amid the groping hands and sighs of pleasure, Cora managed to squirm free long enough to turn on the water and adjust the temperature.
Stig scooped her up again and placed her in the shower. The hot water felt so good pounding against her sore muscles and joints. Stig’s big hands felt even better as they kneaded her shoulders. His lips skimmed her neck and cheek. She turned into his searching mouth and found his kiss. He seemed gentler and less aggressive this morning as he sensually devoured her lips. Apparently his dragon form affected his libido and demeanor. Cora liked that he could be animalistic and wild one night and sweet and tender the next morning.
They spread soapy suds along one another’s bodies. She enjoyed running her lathered mitts over his muscled chest and arms. Last night had seemed so fantastical and otherworldly. This hot, steamy shared shower seemed much more real. No wings, no scales, no snout, and no chains. They were a normal couple enjoying a morning tryst.
She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of Stig’s fingertips gliding over her skin. His hand probed between her thighs. His slick fingers slid between the folds and teased over her clit. She pushed back against him in encouragement of his exploration. He strummed just enough to get her worked up and then carefully directed her beneath the shower spray.
Cora protested with an annoyed groan. Stig pressed a kiss to her pout. “Patience.”
She didn’t much care for that answer but she rather liked being toweled off by him. Stig blotted her skin with one of his super-soft bath towels and made sure to trail his warm lips over the areas he’d just dried. He ghosted a kiss over her bare mound. She leaned back against the counter and widened her thighs, allowing him better access. His tongue swiped the length of her pussy before slowly circling her sensitive clitoris. He sucked and licked until the little pink button distended.
Cora gripped the counter and rose on tippy toes to press her pulsing sex against his tantalizing mouth. He slid a pair of fingers into her and pumped them in a steady rhythm. Flutters of ecstasy rocked her core. Every lick drove her nearer to the edge. Every thrust of his thick fingers in her slippery channel sent shock waves straight to her clit. “Stig. Oh, God. Please. Please!”
Stig’s firm tongue flicked faster. Coupled with his thrusting hand, it sent her rocketing over the precipice. Head thrown back, Cora came with a scream. Her bottom bounced on the countertop as she tried to wring every last second of pleasure from his mouth and hand. When she could take no more, she collapsed back against the mirror, her head bumping a little too hard. She winced. Stig chuckled and kissed the inside of her thighs. Annoyed at his amusement, she lightly tugged his earlobe.
