The crown of his stav bumps my entrance and I gasp.
He stares down at me with a fiery and possessive gaze. “I need you,” he rasps. “Tell me you are mine.”
“I’m yours,” I barely manage, breathless with desire.
His eyes hold mine as he slowly pushes into me. The slight sting as my body stretches to accommodate him is nothing compared to the delicious friction of his thick, ridged shaft. I close my eyes and moan his name as he rocks his hips back and forth, pushing deeper with each movement until he’s completely seated inside me.
Panting heavily, he stares deep into my eyes. “So tight,” he rasps, clenching his jaw.
“Feels so good.” My voice is a breathless whisper as he begins long, deep strokes inside me.
I run my hands down his back, tracing the thick planes of muscle as they flex beneath my fingers with each thrust of his body into mine. He presses me against the wall of the pool and captures my lips in a branding kiss as each thrust grows deeper and more forceful.
I close my eyes, completely lost in sensation. He grips my chin firmly, causing my eyes to open again, seeing his ice-blue gaze meet mine. “I want to watch you as you reach your release.”
Heat builds at my core as the thick ridges of his stav move within me, rubbing my inner walls in all the right ways. I dig my nails into his back. His rhythm is relentless; he is just as intense when he makes love as he is when proclaiming that I’m his and always have been, from the moment he met me.
“You are my mate,” he growls possessively.
A burst of heat deep in my core makes me gasp. “What was that?” I barely manage.
“My precum to soften your womb to receive my seed,” he grinds out, his intense gaze holding mine. “I will fill you many times this night, my beautiful linaya.”
With his chest pressed to mine, his growl vibrates my skin, sending ripples of pleasure through my veins. The small muscles of my channel quiver and flex around his length. I throw my head back and cry out his name as my release overwhelms me.
His stav pulses and he roars my name as he erupts deep inside my core, flooding me with a delicious warmth. It feels like it goes on forever, igniting another orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure moves through me as he fills me with his seed.
He drops his head to the curve of my neck and shoulder, both of us panting heavily as we grip one another. I lock my legs around him, unwilling to separate just yet.
He lifts his gaze to me. “You want me again so soon?” he asks as he thrusts his hips against mine.
“You mean you don’t need to rest before we—”
He shakes his head and once again begins to stroke in a languorous rhythm. I throw my head back and breathe his name, enjoying the renewed sensation of his ridged stav.
His breath warms my ear as he rasps, “I’m going to take you all night, my beautiful mate. Filling you over and over again so that every male within twenty arcums will be able to scent that you are mine.”
The breath stutters from my lungs at his erotic words as his hips flex into me.
This is by far better than anything I’ve ever read in a romance novel or could have ever imagined.
Epilogue
Skye
Raidyn blinks down at me, his brow furrowed deeply. “What do you mean, you need dresses?”
“Are you telling me that Drakarian women only wear robes?” I look down my body at the green robe I currently have on.
It’s comfortable, but I was kind of hoping for something more elaborate. I’ve always fantasized about wearing a gown fit for a princess and dancing at a ball—all those things I’ve read about in romance novels. Though I know it’s silly, I can’t help but want the fairytale.
“Why wouldn’t they?” he asks. “We have wings. It would not be easy for a Drakarian to wear what you are describing.”
I reach up and cup his cheek. “That’s all right. I don’t need a dress. It was just a silly fantasy, anyway.” I shrug. “I’m happy with you and that’s all that matters. So, whatever your people would normally do at these peace celebrations is what we’ll do.”
His eyes flare with heat. “It is your… fantasy to wear a dress?”
I grin. Ever since he read my thoughts and saw my dreams of making love in various places and positions, we’ve tried them all. He loves fulfilling my fantasies.
“Yes. We never wore them on the ship because they’re not exactly practical and we never had any occasion to dress up. But I always dreamed of wearing a gown to a big, fancy ball. And I always imagined a handsome prince tearing it from my body at the end of the night to make passionate love to me,” I add because I know he won’t be able to resist that.
He pulls me close as a low growl of arousal vibrates deep in his chest.
Raidyn thought it was strange at first that humans wear clothes all the time, but I’ve insisted. We have compromised on sleepwear, however; I gave up trying to wear pajamas since he ends up tearing them off me when he comes to bed anyway. It’s not quite the sacrifice that I teased him it would be.
He is insatiable, my dragon mate—but then again, so am I.
He cups my chin, leaning in to press a tender kiss to my lips. His blue eyes pierce mine. “If it is that
