Read Online Romance: Bought by the Dragon: BBW Dragon Shifter Romance Standalone (Paranormal Romance) (Studly Shifters Book 2) by Ashley Hunter - Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Ashley Hunter
Tags: Romance, Fantasy, Paranormal, Vampires, Ghosts, Demons & Devils, Angels, Werewolves & Shifters, Witches & Wizards
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needs, he lowered his head and started to thrust.
It hurt, and then the pain started receding, movement by movement, as her body’s arousal grew and drowned out the unfamiliar ache of being filled with him. He sucked air in time to his thrusts, his warm body heating but dry and sweatless, while she lifted her hips to meet him and whispered encouragement in his ear. “Do it...oh please, don’t stop...you feel so good….”
The whole world seemed to narrow to their rude bed of furs, to their bodies entwined together, to the mixed look of astonishment and pleasure on his face that she saw when the lightning revealed it. “Oh, Jenna….” he gasped, half-delirious voice filled with wonder. “Jenna...so good… .” He sped his movements, belly starting to slap against hers with a sharp sound that undercut his almost constant groans. She felt herself pushed into the furs as his control slipped more and more in the face of a completely new pleasure.
Her body tensed gradually around him, his girth stimulating her in new ways as he moved. She heard her voice ramping up in gasps and cries to match his own, while he started to shudder like a man having a fit.
The pain was completely gone now, leaving only a strange edge to her pleasure that drove her even wilder. She threw herself against him, pinned by his superior strength but still able to roll her hips under him while he drove them both toward climax.
For long moments their moans and shouts rose in unison. She lost control first, thrashing and trembling under him with her fingers digging into the muscle of his shoulders. He couldn’t hold out; she heard him groan her name a last, breathless time--and then every muscle in his body went taut as his crisis struck him. His long roars of completion hurt her ears, but all she felt was joy--for now, he knew as well the pleasure he had given her.
He caught himself on his arms before he could fall on her, panting, eyes wide with amazement. She smiled up at him as the lightning flashed again, and he managed to kiss her once, softly, before settling over her, limp with exhaustion.
She lay there, hands moving in his hair, slowly recovering. She was sore in spots she wasn’t used to, but only a little. His body lay over hers, completely relaxed, almost helpless. And as she stretched luxuriantly under him and started to drowse, she wondered what form the mark on her would take.
8: Marked
She woke next time in full daylight, blue sky showing outside the cave mouth. Her whole body felt deliciously relaxed, and the furs brushing against her bare skin made her tingle. Taran wasn’t beside her, and this worried her a little bit until she heard the sound of wings outside. Of course he wouldn’t want to leave her alone for too long. Not now.
She took stock of herself; still sore in a few spots, a few finger bruises along her hips and back, a few protests from her muscles. His scent clung to her, seeming to come out of her pores, like some spicy cologne. She wanted to keep lying there until he came back, hold out her arms and offer him seconds--but when the wing-flaps drew near and a soft breeze blew in announcing him, she grew too excited to stay put.
His immense black shape landed at the cave mouth, and she got up, nude and uncaring, walking over to him. His eyes shimmered as he looked down at her, and he lowered his huge head to nuzzle her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him, feeling his nostrils blow hot against her belly. “Good morning,” she murmured, and he let out a little, purring rumble.
He changed back, stepping up to wrap an arm around her and kiss her. He was back in his armor and cloak again, but the steel didn’t hurt to press herself against; it had a warmth and resilience, like his own scales. “I brought you something new to wear,” he said, and pressed a bundle of cloth into her arms.
The gown was much more dignified than the “wedding outfit” the King had had her delivered to Taran
It hurt, and then the pain started receding, movement by movement, as her body’s arousal grew and drowned out the unfamiliar ache of being filled with him. He sucked air in time to his thrusts, his warm body heating but dry and sweatless, while she lifted her hips to meet him and whispered encouragement in his ear. “Do it...oh please, don’t stop...you feel so good….”
The whole world seemed to narrow to their rude bed of furs, to their bodies entwined together, to the mixed look of astonishment and pleasure on his face that she saw when the lightning revealed it. “Oh, Jenna….” he gasped, half-delirious voice filled with wonder. “Jenna...so good… .” He sped his movements, belly starting to slap against hers with a sharp sound that undercut his almost constant groans. She felt herself pushed into the furs as his control slipped more and more in the face of a completely new pleasure.
Her body tensed gradually around him, his girth stimulating her in new ways as he moved. She heard her voice ramping up in gasps and cries to match his own, while he started to shudder like a man having a fit.
The pain was completely gone now, leaving only a strange edge to her pleasure that drove her even wilder. She threw herself against him, pinned by his superior strength but still able to roll her hips under him while he drove them both toward climax.
For long moments their moans and shouts rose in unison. She lost control first, thrashing and trembling under him with her fingers digging into the muscle of his shoulders. He couldn’t hold out; she heard him groan her name a last, breathless time--and then every muscle in his body went taut as his crisis struck him. His long roars of completion hurt her ears, but all she felt was joy--for now, he knew as well the pleasure he had given her.
He caught himself on his arms before he could fall on her, panting, eyes wide with amazement. She smiled up at him as the lightning flashed again, and he managed to kiss her once, softly, before settling over her, limp with exhaustion.
She lay there, hands moving in his hair, slowly recovering. She was sore in spots she wasn’t used to, but only a little. His body lay over hers, completely relaxed, almost helpless. And as she stretched luxuriantly under him and started to drowse, she wondered what form the mark on her would take.
8: Marked
She woke next time in full daylight, blue sky showing outside the cave mouth. Her whole body felt deliciously relaxed, and the furs brushing against her bare skin made her tingle. Taran wasn’t beside her, and this worried her a little bit until she heard the sound of wings outside. Of course he wouldn’t want to leave her alone for too long. Not now.
She took stock of herself; still sore in a few spots, a few finger bruises along her hips and back, a few protests from her muscles. His scent clung to her, seeming to come out of her pores, like some spicy cologne. She wanted to keep lying there until he came back, hold out her arms and offer him seconds--but when the wing-flaps drew near and a soft breeze blew in announcing him, she grew too excited to stay put.
His immense black shape landed at the cave mouth, and she got up, nude and uncaring, walking over to him. His eyes shimmered as he looked down at her, and he lowered his huge head to nuzzle her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him, feeling his nostrils blow hot against her belly. “Good morning,” she murmured, and he let out a little, purring rumble.
He changed back, stepping up to wrap an arm around her and kiss her. He was back in his armor and cloak again, but the steel didn’t hurt to press herself against; it had a warmth and resilience, like his own scales. “I brought you something new to wear,” he said, and pressed a bundle of cloth into her arms.
The gown was much more dignified than the “wedding outfit” the King had had her delivered to Taran
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