Tyff gripped her hips, trying to be gentle. At every moment he was completely and utterly aware of his mate—her sounds, her expressions, and the trembling of her body. He was starting to lose control, and he didn’t want to hurt her or scare her.
He couldn’t help but feel guilty that it had taken them so long to come together and that it had been his fault. He had wanted it to be perfect, but he had also been waiting for the connection that only the Knowing could bring. He had not realized the flesh was its own bond, just as mystical as the Knowing itself.
As Renay’s eyes met his, he felt something intense moving between them, something palpable. He felt as though they were speaking to each other on a frequency beyond sound, which had nothing to do with the song their bodies were singing.
He let himself fall. As her body hugged his in a wet heat and he thrust into her with all his passion, he kept his eyes locked on to hers. It was as if they joined together somewhere very far away, and yet as close as the heart. The merging of souls was complete, and she was claimed.
At that moment Renay threw her head back and screamed, her body jolting on the bed. He growled, his dragon writhing inside him as he fought for control. It felt like something exploded in his temples and then he had no control over what happened next.
He slid backward, pulling away from Renay and putting his hands on her knees. He roughly flipped her over, hearing her gasp eagerly as she fought to get on to her knees. He grabbed her beautiful, plump backside and squeezed, making her laugh. He ran his hand along the crease of her, exploring her energetically as his fingers delved deep into her hot, wet cave.
As he took hold of her hips and guided himself into her, he fought the impulse to tighten his grip roughly against her. He was still paying careful attention to all of her reactions, but the singing of his own body was obliterating everything else.
This is right. I can only claim her with my whole soul. I can’t hold back and be the man. I must let the beast free.
He closed his eyes briefly, wondering if he could truly let himself go. He never had, not once. Not in battle or argument and not even while flying high in the tossing winds.
When his eyes opened, his vision had changed. He could see heat everywhere in the room, running like energy through everything that surrounded them. Brightest of all was Renay, the blood in her veins burning red and her skin flickering with hues of pink and gold. He let out the deep breath he had been holding and let his head rock back as his cock swelled.
He roared, a sound like nothing he had ever made before. The furniture in the room shook as his dragon took full possession of his body. He felt her body opening for him, the convulsions of her inner muscles gripping him, loving him, and inviting him. Her screams joined his roar, and the room seemed to shake with the explosive release of the passion they shared.
Tyff felt he could do this forever—as if he would never stop. He knew Renay felt the same way, but at the same time, he could sense the limits of her body. His dragon realized this most keenly. He saw the heat in her body pooling at the hotspots where her lust gathered, and he could hear her breath rasping as her heart pounded to the limit of its endurance.
He had become one with the beast inside. His mind ran with an ancient, preternatural logic, something fiercely intelligent and yet incredibly primitive and instinctual. It shocked him to realize that the dragon had its own wisdom that he had been blocking his whole life.
As if I were protecting myself. As if my dragon was my enemy and not my soul. Now that I have my heart, my soul has woken.
Tyff felt pleasure shudder through him with so much intensity he buckled at the knees. Renay was now leaning on her arms, her cheek pressed to the bed. He held her tightly between his palms and let his body go, feeling his cock stretching her impossibly as he finally released his seed with a pounding, flooding rush.
Even though he was so lightheaded he could barely move, he made sure to disengage from her very carefully. She was limp and loose, completely exhausted from their lovemaking. His dragon senses looked her over carefully, taking careful note of sore places in her joints and where he had bruised her a little.
He knew these small injuries would heal quickly and she could barely feel them, but he still went over her slowly, soothing them with his lips and tongue and apologizing to her for every single one. At first Renay only shook her head and muttered, but as she regained her breath, she began to laugh softly.
“Tyff, it’s okay. I can barely feel them.”
“That is not the point,” he whispered. “I cannot bear to see you injured by my hand.”
“I wouldn’t call them injuries,” she said, wryly. “More like love taps.”
“Love… Taps,” Tyff echoed, confused. There were taps that poured love?
“It’s something you say when a mark is very soft, given without intent to hurt.” She reached up to stroke his face, caressing his hair. “I almost tugged your hair out by the roots, I think.”
“I did not feel a thing,” he declared, lying through his teeth. His scalp was still pricking, and he could clearly see a dust of hair on the bed that she had surely pulled out.
She giggled and it was the sweetest sound he had ever heard. He leaned over to kiss her, feeling her joy rising to meet his own.
“I’m headed for the shower,” she whispered. “Will you join me?”
“Of course,” he answered. “Let me call the kitchens for some food. You go ahead.”
He watched her gorgeous naked body slip gracefully to the edge of the bed and his eyes were fixed to her ass as she walked away from him. She had to disappear behind the bathroom door before he could concentrate on anything else.
He called the kitchen and asked them to prepare some of Renay’s favorite dishes, especially cake and ice cream. The night was young yet, and he wanted to make sure they had plenty of sustenance. He wasn’t done claiming her yet.
When he got to the bathroom door he paused, watching her soaping herself as the clouds of steam rose around her. He walked slowly toward her, savoring the sight. She saw him watching and grinned, deliberately slowing down her soapy circles to put on a show for him.
His eyes fell from her face to take in the glory of her body. He had never seen such perfect curves on any female. Her breasts were huge and soft, her hips wide and her ass ripe. He loved her thick thighs and her gorgeous, curvy waist.
He heard her giggling and his eyes strayed to her face. She shook her head.
“No one has ever looked at me like that before, Tyff.”
“Well, you had better get used to it.” He grinned as he stepped into the shower. “Because I plan to look at you like that every minute of every day from now on.”
She wrapped her arms around him, squirming against him. Their bodies were slick with soap and the pounding water as she kissed him gently.
“You promise?”
He kissed her back. “I swear.”
They kissed, long and deep. Tyff felt Renay becoming bolder as she pushed against him, starting to run her body against his as she gained confidence while exploring his mouth. He took a few steps forward, pushing her against the wall of the shower.
His hands slipped around her waist to cup her ass. He lifted her slightly, everything hot, wet, and slippery. She gasped eagerly, thrusting against him as the hot water pounded down on them both.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes. More.”
He grinned, lifting her even higher so he could get a better angle. He felt himself swelling to fullness again, ready to act as the instrument of her pleasure.
He wasn’t done claiming her yet. In fact, he didn’t think he ever would be.