Chapter Twenty-Seven

“I want to watch the sunrise while I”m inside you,” Shale whispered to me on the fourth morning.

I grinned to myself. I was on my side, and he was on his, pressed up against my back, his erection nestled between my lower cheeks.

I looked at him over my shoulder. “You do that every morning.”

“That”s not true.” He massaged my entrance with an oiled finger. “Every morning, I”ve been too distracted by you to watch the sunrise. You”re beautiful in that honey-rose light.”

“Oh, that was a good one. Poetic.” I started to turn to face him. “I thought you didn”t like poetry.”

“No. Stay as you are.” Shale held me in place. “This is how I get distracted. You look at me, and I can”t look away.”

“Shale,” I whispered, my chest clenching with emotion.

“Shh.” He kissed my neck, then scraped his teeth along my skin. “Just watch the day dawn with me.”

“But how can I watch you dawn if I”m facing away?”

Shale snorted against my neck. “Damn it, Sebastian, I”m trying to be romantic here.”

“I”m sorry.” I wriggled against him, then went silent. I didn”t want to tease him and remind him that this was supposed to be only sex. If he was feeling something for me, which I suspected he was, my pointing it out would only burst it.

“Forgiven,” he murmured, his voice dropping into sex territory. Yeah, he had a sex voice. Most men do.

The head of his cock nudged me. I pushed back. It breached, stretching me wondrously, just enough to give me pleasure without the pain. I sighed, and Shale groaned. He slipped deeper.

“Oh, fuck,” I whispered as he fully encased himself. “You are the perfect size.” I ground onto him.

“You”re supposed to say I”m too big. What happened to you being in a class of your own? Men, women, and Sebastian Dahl. Isn”t that what you said? I”m so disappointed in you.”

I blinked. Looked back at him. “Holy fuck, was that a joke?”

“No, that”s called teasing, my doll.” Shale grinned at me and started a gentle thrusting. “I couldn”t resist.” He nudged my chin with his head. “Now, look. The sun is painting the sky just for us.”

I sighed. The man had a honeyed tongue. In so many ways. How little his people knew, to call him indifferent. Setting my stare on the brightening sky, I touched what I could of Shale—his outer thigh, arm, and hand. Oh, how I loved his corded forearms, sprinkled with hair so pale, you could barely see it. But Shale had the advantage in that position. He pumped into me and angled my hips to his liking, holding me pinned across the pelvis. The pleasure built even though he kept to his slow pace.

Maybe it was the sight of the sky turning purple, then orange, then pink. Maybe it was the way Shale nestled his face against mine. Or maybe it was simply the Dragon King”s mastery over my body. Whatever it was, the sex seemed more intimate than two bodies joining. It seemed as if I could feel more than his flesh. I could feel him. Shaleros. I could even feel the dark hole inside him where love had once lived. But that was insane, right?

“I can”t,” Shale panted and sped up. He grabbed my thigh for leverage and rose on an elbow to stare down at me. “I have to see your face. Your eyes. Look at me. Touch yourself for me.”

I groaned and did as Shale asked, taking myself in hand to pump as he matched my rhythm. Had I ever felt ecstasy like this? I didn”t think so. Perched above the world, with the painted heavens around us, Shale and I found a paradise that few ever touched. No, we didn”t find it; we made it. This was ours, no one else could have this. Not ever.

Ecstasy burst from me with a cry. I threw my head back, onto Shale”s shoulder, and he growled, his big body shuddering along with mine. He hadn”t come, but my orgasm was milking him, urging him to. His arm slid under my side and around front so he could wrap himself around me, and I felt enveloped by him. Enveloped and filled. Hugging me tightly, the King saw me through my climax.

Then his grip tightened.

With a growl, Shale slammed into me, his hips moving so fast that I couldn”t feel him move back, only forward. Only deeper. There was no separation anymore.

“Shale,” I moaned. “Shaleros.”

His breath was hot against my neck. I arched in invitation. Shale struck.

I cried out as rapture overtook me again, drawing a smaller but still significant orgasm out of me. This time, Shale joined me. With his mouth latched onto my throat, he took and gave, drinking my blood as he gushed cum into my channel. I shuddered at the beauty all around me. Within me. Colors seemed brighter. The sun rose both outside and inside my body. It was almost too much pleasure.

And then it withdrew—a tidal wave gently receding. I shuddered as my breath returned to normal. My body was warm and loose, so satisfied. And the King was equally satisfied, drawing out of me to fall onto his back.

I watched the end of the sunrise, then got up to use the bathroom. That was when I felt it. Right. He came inside me. I”d have to take care of that too. But as I entered the bathroom, something odd occurred to me. He”d been coming inside me for the last four days, and I hadn”t felt the need to, uh, you know, release it. Not until then.

“I must have done it,” I muttered as I closed the toilet room door behind me. “I just don”t remember. I guess the sex was literally mind-blowing.” I smiled to myself.

Now that was impressive.