Right. The last time we had made love, I had unmanned him a bit. The Dragon needed to reclaim his masculinity. I was down with that. I grinned against his lips and then opened my mouth wider to the tongue-lashing my husband was determined to give me. His hands worked briskly between us, and I let him remove our clothes by himself, not wanting to get in the way of his claws and dragon determination.
When I laid naked beneath him, Arach moved his mouth down my body violently, consuming me with savage sucking and naughty nibbles. I rolled up into each touch, clasping him closer as he covered my skin with his lust. My legs fell open to accommodate him, but Arach didn't move into me or even start kissing me there. He only gave my sex a quick lick before he moved up my body and straddled my chest.
“Open your mouth,” Arach growled.
I lifted a brow but did as he demanded, and Arach slid his shaft past my lips. Clawed hands holding my face, dragon eyes burning down at me with fury and desire, and thighs clenching around my chest as he drove himself over my tongue, past the tight ring I made with my lips. I grabbed his ass, pulling him deeper to encourage his aggression, and savored the feel of his muscles clenching beneath my hands. His crimson hair dripped over the curves of his chest like blood and that chest looked enormous, dominating my view. I stared up its length into Arach's glowing eyes, my own going fiery as the Dragon King reclaimed his mate.
“Use your tongue,” Arach rumbled. “And your hands. Show me how much you love my cock.”
I moved one hand between his legs to massage the heavy sacs below his thrusting member and tongued him as best as I could while he kept up his rapid pace. I started to choke a little, nothing too horrible, but the sound made Arach pull out of me suddenly, the arousal in his eyes turning to concern. He moved off me and pulled me up into a sitting position.
“A Thaisce! Are you all right? Did I hurt you?” Arach's hands stroked my face.
I laughed and pushed his hands away. “I'm not a newborn. I can handle holding my breath.”
Arach's shoulders drooped in relief. “I... I shouldn't have been so rough with you. I'm sorry.”
“Don't you dare apologize.” I laid back and licked my lips. “It was just getting good.”
Fire flashed in Arach's eyes as he lifted a blood-red brow at me. “You enjoyed that?”
“Didn't I show you how much I enjoyed it?” I countered.
Arach laughed as he settled his body over me. “Indeed, you did.”
“Then what are you waiting for? Slide your beloved cock back into my mouth.”
“I think I've had enough of that,” he murmured before he kissed me.
As we moaned through that connection of hot, twirling muscles, Arach slid inside me, and I lifted my legs to wrap them around his waist and pull him even deeper. His rhythm steadily increased until I was gasping into our kiss, and he had to push back to get better leverage. My husband rose up above me on his forearms before easing back onto his knees. He shoved my legs upward and held them there as he started a vicious slamming.
“But I can never get enough of you,” Arach declared in a low growl. “In any way I can have you. I want all of it. Your mouth, your skin, your breasts, your sex, your ass, your hands everything you have to give, I will take. Because you are mine, Vervain. Do you understand me?”
“I understand, Dragon,” I purred. “And I will take all of you right back.”
With a sudden push, I rolled us and straddled him. Arach growled and made to move us again, but I shoved him down with one hand and held him there.
“There is taking and then there is giving.” I leaned back, thrusting my breasts up as I opened my sex to him, exposing the merging of our bodies. “Let me give a little too.”
Arach's hands moved up from my waist to cup my breasts and then massage them as he began to make aroused dragon rumbles. I undulated over him, drawing out our pleasure and delighting in his rapid breaths, clenching muscles, and clasping hands. I took one of his elegant hands and moved it down my belly to my sex. I set him directly over the spot that needed attention and that was all the encouragement he needed. Arach gave a low growl and began a delicious circling. I had every intention of giving my husband what he needed, but I was going to make sure that he reciprocated.
I looked down at him and smiled. “Being on top doesn't always have to be about domination. I wanted to remind you of that.”
“It's coming back to me now.” Arach grinned and then pulled me down into a searing kiss.
Literally searing. As Arach tangled his tongue with mine, he breathed his fire into me. I took it deep into my belly, merged it with my flame, and sent it back into him. It's an intimate act that only Dragons can do, and there's nothing like it. The blast of heat tickling within, the sacred merging of breath and element, and the act of sinking into each other more deeply than any other lovers could go. We shivered with magic and pleasure, the fire blasting both of us over the edge and into completion. We broke away from the kiss simultaneously to roar our ecstasy to the world—the raw, primal joy of being dragons in love—and then I crumpled over him in languid release. Arach held me against his chest and nuzzled his face along mine.
“Feeling better?” I whispered in his ear. “More manly?”
Arach chuckled
