“They're at home. I wanted you to myself for a little while longer.” Arach helped me up into the carriage.
“You mean; you wanted to have sex in the carriage.” I lifted a cocky eyebrow at him as he closed the door behind us.
Arach rapped the roof with his knuckles and grinned wickedly at me. The carriage lurched forward, and he snapped the curtains shut before he slid onto the seat beside me. As soon as we had our privacy, I shimmied out of my leather pants, shoving my panties off with them, and straddled my husband, nearly as anxious for him as he was for me. We didn't need any more words, there were better uses for our mouths. I wrapped my arms around Arach's shoulders as I kissed him slowly, rekindling the fire we'd started in Aaru.
Arach unzipped my vest and yanked it open. My breasts popped free, and when he started thumbing my nipples, I lifted my lips from his and cried out. He yanked me forward and up onto my knees, setting his mouth over the tip of my right breast. Wet heat enveloped my tender flesh before the lashing strikes of his velvet tongue began. I wove my fingers through Arach's crimson hair and held him to me as I let my head fall back, eyes closing to enjoy every sensation. Arach started making rumbling sounds as he sucked and licked at me, his hands massaging my ass.
I was nearly naked, and Arach still had all of his clothes on. It was deliciously naughty, but I'd had enough of it. I reached down between us and undid his pants, releasing his silky shaft to spring up eagerly. After giving it a few loving strokes, I held it firm and moved over it, getting it nice and slick before I sank onto its hard length. Both of us sighed in bliss. The jostling of the carriage bounced me onto Arach in delightful ways.
“I need to be deeper,” Arach growled. “As deep as you can take me.”
He lifted me with him off the bench then moved us to the floor of the carriage and turned us to lay beneath me. I bit my lip as I began to ride Arach in earnest, sinking to the base of his shaft and grinding down to pull even more of him inside me. That sweet stretching, the wet friction, and pulsing heat; they made me moan for more. I ran my hands down his sleek chest, trailing the tips of my fingers over the scales bordering it. My dragon sighed and stretched inside me and my own scales lifted to outline my breasts and belly.
“I shouldn't have left you like that,” Arach's voice went low and fierce. “My dragon was already excited by battle and then I had to wait a day for you to arrive. I've been going mad without you. My cock weeps for your caress.”
“I didn't think of that.” I lowered myself to kiss him. “We should have taken some time for dragons before we left.”
“Indeed,” his voice went even deeper. “I'm sorry, A Thaisce, but I need you too badly to draw this out.”
“We can make love to tonight,” I purred. “But right now, you need to fuck me and satisfy our beasts.”
Arach surged up and lifted me off himself. I struggled to help him, but I wasn't sure what he wanted until he had me turned toward a bench. I bent over it and spread my legs for him with an eager smile. Arach could be very civilized—even when being brutal—but when his dragon took control, he slipped into savagery like a barbarian king. And I enjoyed every second of it.
Arach rumbled with satisfaction and positioned himself between my thighs. I slipped my hands over my ass and held myself open for him. The Dragon let out a primal grunt as he shoved himself deep. I let go once he was inside and switched my grip to the velvet bench before me as he began a vicious thrusting. My body slid forward, my thighs hitting the bench with every slam of Arach's hips, so I switched to pressing my palms against the wall and shoving back onto him.
“Seeing you beneath Marduk nearly broke me,” Arach rumbled and panted. “I couldn't get to you. My mate. Lying there, naked and abused. Then buried beside me. I couldn't reach you. I couldn't—”
“I'm right here.” I reached back and took his hand. “I'm alive, Arach. We're both alive.”
Arach growled and squeezed my hand tightly but then he let me go to slide both of his hands beneath me and up my belly. He took a firm hold of my breasts and bent over my back, setting his face into the curve of my neck. My nipples slipped between the lengths of his fingers as he massaged me, and he squeezed them together, pinching me erotically.
“A Thaisce.” Arach's breath warmed my skin seconds before he bit.
I cried out as his fangs pierced my neck, my whole body thrumming with magic and ecstasy. The wet sucking at my throat seemed to go all the way to my sex, where my husband continued to drive himself into me mindlessly. Rapture rolled up and down from where we were connected, circling over and onto itself, magnifying until it burst from me on a broken cry. I clenched around Arach as I came, squeezing him until he released my neck to roar in completion.
Arach collapsed over me and nuzzled his face against mine. “You're here,” he whispered. “You're mine and you're safe.”
“We're both safe.” I turned my head to kiss him tenderly. “It wasn't easy for me to see you buried alive either.”
Arach slid to the floor then pulled me down onto his lap. He held me tightly and breathed in my scent before responding, “I thought we were dead. And then there you were, digging me out of my grave, leading me back to life.”
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