The lapping of the water against her ass, the sound skin slapping against skin. It all faded away until there was only his hard cock, driving into her, working her until she shuddered.
The orgasm hit her so hard, her knees buckled, but he held fast, murmuring against her mouth as he rode it out, making it last. Waves of pleasure crashed over her, wrecking her, saving her, making her whole. The spasms shook her from head to toe as her pulse careened out of control.
Again, she tasted blood, but this time it was her own as his teeth clamped down over her lip in a sharp nip before he pulled back to stare down at her, the heat in his eyes reaching a fever pitch. She still hadn’t gotten her breath back when he murmured, “Once more, little wolf.”
* * *
She was everything.
Strength and softness. Give and take. Innocence and sex incarnate.
He couldn’t get enough. But the pressure building in his balls wasn’t going to be denied much longer and his inner dragon clawed at him, desperate for long-awaited satisfaction.
Once more, he wanted to watch the apples of her cheeks turn from pink to rose and finally to scarlet. Wanted to watch her bite down on her lip or close her eyes as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Wanted to watch her mouth become a perfect “o” when she dove over the cliff and came, so hard that her pussy clenched him like an unseen fist.
He worked her clit with his thumb, circling her slowly, and then faster and faster still. Already, he could feel the tension returning to her as her stiff nipples branded his chest.
He pinched his eyes closed and listened to the pounding of his blood in his own ears, felt the throb of his cock inside her.
"Again, little wolf. Come for me again."
He lifted her until her legs were wrapped around his hips and she arched into him. Head tossing restlessly, heels digging into his back, pulling him so deep that the world swam in front of him and there was nothing but pure, raw need.
He took her hips in a punishing grip and worked her faster over his cock, claiming her as his own with long, hard strokes that made her breasts bounce. Her pussy spasmed around him and she cried out his name as she climaxed. Hot liquid pooled in his balls, locked and loaded for launch as her channel squeezed him rhythmically, dragging him over the edge.
And then he was coming. Spurting into her as his muscles quaked and every nerve-ending fired at once. A roar of satisfaction built in his chest and he let it rip, thrusting into her with every ounce of need, every bit of want that had built over their nights together as he exploded.
By the time the blood returned to his head and his vision went clear, her legs had slipped from around him to lie limply in the water.
He realized dimly that his fingers were still digging into her hips hard enough to bruise and he released his grip with a muttered curse.
As good as it was, as languid as his body felt after so much pent up frustration had been released, his gut churned with concern.
“Did I hurt you, love?”
Her thick lashes swept open and she met his gaze with a soft smile. “God, no. I mean, yes, some. But it was…exactly right. I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.”
Relief shuddered through him and he leaned in to press a hard kiss to her swollen mouth.
“I’m glad.”
He bent low and scooped her into his arms, relishing the feel of her soft, damp flesh against his. She snuggled in close with a sigh and looped her arms loosely around his neck, making his heart swell with satisfaction.
Wordlessly, he carried her to the stones surrounding the pool and dried her off gently with his towel before attending to himself.
The silence that reigned was a comfortable one, and he didn’t feel the need to fill it. For his part, he was still in awe. When he’d been offered her hand, he’d hoped for a sexually compatible companion. Someone to share his bed and, someday, bear his child. He’d never hoped for this. To find someone who felt so right in his arms. Someone who he admired and whose company he was coming to crave more than breath itself.
They climbed into bed, and she instantly curled into him, pressing her sweet body to his, burrowing her head into his shoulder.
It wasn’t until her breathing had gone slow and even, the last of the tension leaving her in sleep, that the guilt crept in.
If he admired her so deeply, how could he justify keeping her here if she wanted to go? Had tonight moved her enough to make her want to stay, willingly? Or, if he gave her the choice, would she leave him?
Did she even belong here, stuck on a mountain, just the two of them? While she’d spent time researching dragon lore, he’d done his homework as well. She was a wolf. A pack animal. She needed her kinsmen and space to run. Was he selfish enough to keep her locked away in his cold, dreary life?