Chapter 10
10
N eve lay naked on Pine's bed, her body clenched in anticipation and raw desire. She watched, breathless, as the dragon man shed the last of his clothes, each movement deliberate and tantalizingly slow. Her body burned with a need that bordered on pain. If he didn't touch her again soon, she might actually combust.
Instead, Pine stood there, his eyes roaming over her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. No candles flickered this time, but she saw the fire in his gaze, a fiery passion that mirrored her own. Dragon, she remembered, the realization adding a thrilling edge of danger to her hunger.
Her dragon.
For now.
If he intended to look at her all night, she might as well return the favor. As if it were a hardship to stare at the most gorgeous man she'd ever seen. His chest was broad, muscles sculpted and defined, inviting her touch. His hips tapered in a way that made her long to lick and kiss every inch of his skin. The sight of him, all raw masculinity and primal power, was almost too much to bear.
Pine's cock was hard and thick, curving towards his belly in a way that made her mouth water and her core throb with want. She wanted him inside her, filling her completely. The rest of him was equally magnificent, every part of his body honed to perfection. Her wildest fantasies would need to work overtime to dream him up.
Her hands ached to touch him, to feel the heat of his skin against hers. But Pine remained still, his gaze locked onto her, drinking her in like she was a feast laid out just for him. The anticipation was killing her, yet the wait built a tension that promised an explosive release. She held on, reveling in this moment of pure, unadulterated desire.
"I'm naked and in your bed," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "Are you waiting for an engraved invitation?" The words came out sharper than she intended, but if he didn't touch her soon, she would go crazy.
A slow, predatory smile spread across Pine's face as he moved towards her, his hips swaying in a way that made her heart pound. He leaned over the bed, his hands planted on either side of her, caging her in. His breath tickled her face, hot and sweet, as he whispered, "I just wanted to look at you. To memorize everything. You're a fucking masterpiece, Neve."
His words sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine. She reached up, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him down on top of her. The kiss was passionate, messy. Perfect. His tongue parted her lips, sweeping into her mouth, exploring her with a hunger that matched her own. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples hardening from the delicious friction.
Pine groaned into her mouth, a sound that reverberated through her, stoking the fire within. He shifted until he was half on top of her, his thigh pressing against her core, making her gasp.
She needed him inside her, to fill the aching void that only he could satisfy. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word was a promise of the ecstasy to come. Her body hummed with anticipation, and she knew that this night would be one she'd never forget.
But he was taking his time, kissing her like she was a work of art, his hands exploring her body like he was trying to map it. She felt his fingers trail down her belly and over the sensitive skin of her thighs.
"Pine," she whispered, a plea.
"No need to rush," he replied, his fingers sliding farther until they dipped between her legs.
Neve bucked against him, unable to contain her reaction. He was a fucking tease, and she was so ready for him.
"Please," she moaned as his fingers delved deeper, exploring her slick folds.
"I'm going to devour you," he breathed against her ear, a dark promise.
And then he was sliding down her body until his head was right there between her legs. She barely had a chance to think or react before his tongue was on her, licking and sucking like she was his dessert, not the sweet concoction they'd had at dinner. His tongue found her core and teased her, making her grab a pillow to smother her moans. She couldn't control the sounds escaping her lips. She was close, so close.
Neve's climax hit her like a tidal wave, her body arching off the bed as a burst of fire ignited within her. Her eyes fluttered closed, the sensation overwhelming her senses. She was barely aware of Pine sliding back up her body, his skin hot and slick with sweat. She felt the weight of him settling over her, his breath ragged and urgent against her neck. He positioned himself at her entrance, the anticipation making her tremble.
He slid inside her slowly, inch by inch, every movement deliberate and controlled. His eyes locked on hers, the intensity in his gaze making her heart race. She could see the raw desire and something deeper, something more profound, reflected in those piercing eyes. She felt every inch of him filling her, stretching her, and she couldn't look away. It was like they were connected in a way that transcended the physical, their souls intertwining.
"You're perfect," he whispered, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. The words were a caress, tender and filled with a reverence that made her chest ache. She was too far gone to respond, too consumed by the feelings coursing through her body.
Pine began to thrust, each movement deliberate and powerful. She gasped with every stroke, her nails digging into his shoulders. He was a solid wall above her, driving into her like he was claiming her, like he couldn't get enough. The room filled with the sound of their bodies coming together, the rhythm intense and primal.
"Harder," she demanded, her voice husky and needy. She wanted to feel him completely, to be consumed by him.
He obliged, his hips pumping faster, the force of his thrusts pushing her farther into the mattress. She could feel his heartbeat hammering against her chest, echoing her own frantic rhythm. The connection between them was electric, a spark that ignited every nerve in her body. She was lost in him, in the moment, in the raw intensity of their connection. It was more than just physical; it was a fusion of souls, a dance of desire and need.
Neve could feel the heat building inside her again, her body coiling tighter as Pine moved above her. His eyes were locked onto hers, the fire in them burning hotter than ever. She could barely hold his gaze, the intensity of his stare making her feel both vulnerable and powerful. His breaths were ragged, matching her own, and she could feel his heart pounding against her chest, their bodies syncing in a rhythm that felt uniquely theirs.
"Come for me, Neve." His voice was raw, a ragged whisper that sent shivers down her spine. It was more than a request; it was a plea, a need that echoed her own. She didn't want to deny him. She couldn't. Her body was already too far gone, spiraling towards the edge.
The second wave hit her hard, crashing over her like a storm. She let out a sound that was half moan, half scream, her body arching off the bed as every nerve ending sparked with pleasure. Her hands clutched at him, nails digging into his shoulders as if he were the only thing anchoring her to the world.
Pine followed her a few seconds later, his body stiffening as he spilled inside her. His groan was low and deep, resonating through her. She could feel his release, his heat filling her, and it sent another shudder through her body. His heartbeat hammered against her chest, a wild drumbeat that matched her own racing pulse.
They stayed like that for a few minutes, neither of them seeming to be able to move. His body was heavy on hers, a comforting weight that made her feel safe and protected. She could feel the rise and fall of his chest, the slowing of his heartbeat as they both came down from their high. Their skin was slick with sweat, their breaths mingling in the small space between their lips.
Neve couldn't find the words to express it, but this might have been the most intimate thing she'd ever experienced. She felt connected to Pine in a way she never had with anyone else. It was more than just physical; it was emotional, raw, and real.
And she still had two whole weeks with this dragon man beside her.