20. Tarek

There was far too much talking.

My mate asked me to take her. Not claim though. Not yet. Still, my dragon demanded we pleasure her. He didn't like her talking about anyone but us.

I allowed my dragon some freedoms. Our hands clawed as I shredded the rest of what Zara wore.

I chuckled at the squeak of surprise from her.

"Clothing is useless to me. You asked for me to take you, and take you I will."

I pushed back the dragon in me, letting him feel the pleasure but allowing me to do as only I could.

I buried my face between her legs, licking up her already weeping slit. So eager and responsive she was to us.

Her body tasted of the sweetest nectar, and I lapped at her like the delicious delight she was.

I gripped her thighs hard, pulling her closer, enjoying the reward of her hips bucking against my tongue. Her hands wrapped in my hair, pulling it, giving me pleasureful pain.

"Tarek. God. Tarek."

I didn't stop as her panting shifted to moans and her words ceased all together. I slipped a finger inside of her, allowing my tongue to focus on that swollen, needy bud. Within seconds she cried out, and I felt her body tighten and then the pulse of her core around my finger. She panted ineligible words, and I didn't stop. I wouldn't stop until all could bes and maybes were forced from her mind. I would be her only certainty when I was done with her.

I slipped a second digit into her still quivering pussy, earning me the sweetest little cry of pleasure that shot my own fucking desperate need straight to my balls.

I wanted her. Needed her. But I desired her desperation for me far more.

I stroked her through the release she was still riding the waves of. I slowed my assault on her little nub in order to watch her face as I slid a third finger in to stretch her. Ready her body for me.

"You are ethereal when you come, little starfire."

Her eyes met mine, but there was no focus there. Just wild need and pleasure. I stroked her pussy as I watched her. Her hands had abandoned my hair and gripped her own breasts, kneading the flesh as I set a rhythm against the still pulsing walls of her core. She arched her back and she let out another cry. Her body seemed to quiver as I splayed my free hand over her stomach.

A fresh release of liquid coated my fingers as she shook beneath me.

"Are you ready for me, mate?"

She didn't respond, but I didn't need her words. Her body told me everything as I climbed her, pulling my fingers free, coated in her sweetness. I hooked my arm under one of her knees, ensuring she was spread wide for me as I reached her face.

"Open your eyes, mate," I said.

Her eyes fluttered open as I brought my other hand up to her lips, running a finger over her bottom lip, and then bringing them to my mouth.

"You are the sweetest dessert I have ever tasted."

Her tongue darted out and licked her bottom lip without me commanding her to do so. My cock twitched watching her little pink tongue dart out and back in. I would want to see what that tongue could do some day. But today I would pleasure her until she could no longer leave my bed.

"I will take your body as you have asked, and someday soon, I want you to beg for my mark."

I licked at the salty-sweet taste of her neck and positioned the head of my member against the still throbbing entrance of her core. The warmth of her slick folds spreading around me elicited a groan from my lips.

"You feel so good, Zara. So ready for me."

I claimed her mouth as I slid inside her slick heat, stretching her tight muscles, pushing against the pulsing core of her, forcing her to take me all at once.

"Goddess, you feel like the heavens."

She whimpered as I slid my length out and slammed back inside of her. I held her, helpless against my need to take her. I slid in just to retreat over and over, listening to the beat of her heart sprinting with every thrust. I listened to her panting as I quickened my pace.

"Come for me, Zara."

I thrust inside her once more and knew she was so close when her hands flew to my shoulders, her nails digging into my back. I sank into her three more times before she cried out once more, and I felt her core tighten around my shaft. Fuck, it was too much.

My balls tightened, and even as I tried to control my own pleasure, I thrust in once more against those convulsing muscles trying to hold me tight and lost my resolve, spilling deep inside of her.

My cock twitched as I buried myself deep. My dragon hummed in contented peace for the moment. Soon she would be ours, and soon my seed would serve a purpose. Soon everyone would know who she belonged to.

I collapsed against her, rolling to keep from crushing my delicate female.

Her skin dimpled on a shiver as I held her tightly against me.

"Are you sated, my mate?" I asked.

She still hadn't caught her breath, and that brought me pride.

"I. Holy hell. That. Was."

She wasn't getting out an entire sentence between each breath.

Her body, still connected to mine, made it too easy to shift and feel my length still embedded between her legs, earning me a little hitch as she tried to come down to reality once more.

"That was good and all," she finally said. "But you could try a little harder next time."

I thrust up inside her with my still erect cock.

"You jest, mate? I would watch what you wish for. My dragon will make it his personal mission to see that you never leave our bed."

There were no words truly as she nestled her head into my chest and allowed me to fold her into my body.

This perhaps might have been the most peace my soul had ever felt. Wrapped around my mate, where she would remain safe and content.