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To ensure that I’m getting this point across, I lean down until my chest is pressed onto the table's cold, hard metal. The dragon bone that lies lifeless in front of me is a stark contrast to the distended bone of Aragon’s erection as it digs into my flesh. I can’t bear it any longer, mewling in protest when the heat of him is lost.
When I crane my neck and glance over my shoulder, Aragon removes his pants. When he catches my eyes on him, I earn a firm slap on my ass, his voice reverberating over the ringing in my ears.
“Look ahead,” he commands. I instantly do as I’m told. That’s when his hands find purchase on my ass again, molding and kneading to his will.
When his fingers hook beneath the waistband of my panties at the small of my back, he twists the fabric in his hand. It tightens the crotch against my slippery slit, causing a drawn-out moan to escape my parted lips. The sensation is electrifying as he tugs on my panty. But it becomes almost unbearable when he tugs harder, snapping the material from my body with force.
He slurps in a breath through his teeth, and I can only imagine that it’s because he’s caught an eyeful of my dripping folds. He flicks his fingers at my inner thighs, prompting me to stand with them further apart.
“I thought you didn’t want me…” he muses just as a skilled finger traces my seeping slit. “But here you are, dripping for me.”
“Debate, Aragon…” I retort, bucking my ass back in an attempt to feel more of his touch. My walls clench around nothing, craving friction and being starved of it right now.
He knows exactly what he’s doing, purposely teasing my folds with light flicks of his fingertip. Barely there, but present enough to be felt. Needed. It has me crying out in a moan, driven insane by this torment.
“For now…” he begins purring as he rises to his feet. His towering presence behind me is lustrous and domineering, forcing me to wait with bated breath for his next move without even making a sound. “... Let’s just agree to disagree…”
With that, he shoves the tip of his cock into my aching hole, large hands gripping my hips as he pulls me onto his length. I sink deeper until the tip meets my core's deepest, tightest depths. Again, I’m on the brink of pleasure and fine, treading the fine line before he slides out to the tip.
Only to slam back into me with a force that shakes the table. It shakes my knees, my whole body quaking as he thrusts back and forth. He slaps my ass in perfect intervals, drawing me closer and closer to the edge of the peak where I’m about to leap off and transcend my existence.
That’s how intense the knot feels, coiled in the pit of my belly. Growing stronger and stronger with every forceful thrust. My vision blurs, turning starry as all I can concentrate on is the climax on the horizon.
I cannot determine where I end or begin, my nerves tingling in every corner. Moans escalating, Aragon slaps me again and whispers. “Shhh… Be quiet…”
It’s his only command that I can’t heed. Instead, my moans grow louder, and his thrusts get stronger until I know nothing but bliss as they wash over me.
Rolling in waves, my body quakes as it washes over me. But he doesn’t stop. He fucks me through my climax, then pulls out abruptly and flips me around.
“I’m far from done with you,” he growls against my lips when he’s got me chest to chest. Our bodies were licked in sweat, I didn’t want to think about anything else, dropping my head back and exposing my neck. His chest vibrates as he growls again, his lips fanning the exposed skin of my neck. “This is what you get for being a sexy vixen…”
Chapter 15 - Aragon
Dipping my head at her neck, I bare my teeth and clamp down on the luscious, taut skin. She tastes like strawberries…
“Happy birthday, Aragon…” she murmurs, sliding a hand through my locks.
This time, I allowed her to touch me, feeling quite smug that I had to spend my birthday like this. Languidly entering her again, her tightness increased from how hard she had just come. Now I wrestle against that tightness while her fingers dig crescents onto my shoulder blades.
This is probably the best birthday I’ve ever had.
***
The makeshift sleeping arrangements on the rug in front of the fireplace is thanks to a blanket we pulled from the couch. Luckily, the study-turned-lab is still partially a study, half of the room closest to the window still containing a couch and bookshelves.
The crackling fire causes Yazmine to stir, her lips parting as she blows out a lilting sigh and continues sleeping. I stare at her face unabashedly, feeling guilty for the kind of brute I’ve been all this time.
She doesn’t deserve it—I know that much.
Neither does she deserve to become attached to someone like me. I’ve probably just made things worse by sleeping with her. By fucking her in every direction and on literally every corner of this room. Leaving bruises and hickeys on her flesh, I stop myself from reaching out and tracing the one on her neck.
It’s everywhere—the marks I’d left behind. The evidence of our passion tattooed on her skin.
All just serving as reminders of the grave mistake I’ve committed.
Retracting my hand, I slowly and carefully slide away, not wanting to wake her. Her body is limp from today, and she needs the rest. While all I need is to escape the immense guilt weighing on my shoulders.
I dress quietly, turning back one last time to glance at the woman sleeping on the floor in front of the fireplace. With flushed cheeks and swollen lips, she’s like an angel who I have tainted with my beastly being. Sighing fragmented, I pick up the pendant on the table before turning and stealing to the door. I close it behind me with dread marring my being.
