Her hands met his there, unbuckling his belt. As she kicked her underwear off, she helped him, shoving his jeans down, releasing him. Damian moaned as she touched him and watched the expression on her face as she took stock of him with a stroke. He hadn’t been lying—he knew he was large—but he knew she was wet and ready. He leaned forward again, kissing her, feeling her perfect breasts through her thin dress and then reached down to grab one of her legs to pull it around him, sending the silk of her dress cascading back and down, so that nothing remained to block his path. He held her there, pressed against the wall, kissing her madly as he placed the head of his cock against her, nudging up. With her leg wound around his hip, she was open wide for him, and with a sigh of release, he started pushing his way inside.
“Damian,” she whispered as he felt her stretch to take him in.
“I’ll go slow,” he promised and started rocking her into the wall.
With each small stroke, he felt the naked friction of skin against skin and relished it. Knowing that this was the first time Andi’d ever let someone take her without protection made him want to claim her possessively. Any man who wouldn’t wear a condom was a cad, but any man who said he didn’t feel a difference was a liar, and the thought of being the first man to get to come inside her made his cock throb. He bent over, kissing her hard, her mouth fitting perfectly to his, letting him feel each of her moans as he slowly slid in. So close to what he wanted and what was easiest to get it, he reached down and picked her up entirely, spreading her ass with his hands, to pull her hips to his so that her legs could lock around him at the perfect height, slowly settling himself in, in, in, close, close, close.
“Yes,” he hissed, thrusting up, finally all the way inside, locking them together as she moaned. “Ever since you got into my car last night,” he said, breathing into her neck, “I’ve wanted this.”
“Wanted what?” she asked him breathily, looking up. For a sharp second, he worried she was making fun of him, but her eyes were glazed with sex, her long hair in sweaty tangles around them, and he knew that her mind was lost and her body had won. He was the one who was supposed to be half-animal, and yet here he’d completely reverted her to something primal.
He smiled down at her wickedly, with an expression that in other circumstances had made men turn and run in fear, before nuzzling his mouth against her neck to whisper, “To eat you. To fuck you.”
To claim you, his dragon chimed in.
His dragon was riding him so quietly he’d almost forgotten he was there. His dragon enjoyed sex as much as killing—he was always present when either was in the offing—but this time, it was as if the beast had been holding back.
Is that what you want? Damian asked it, sincerely.
Before his dragon could respond, Andi’s hand was on his chin, pulling him to look at her, fully present again. “That’s what I want too.” Her eyes were sharp, and her ankles were locked behind him, trapping him to her.
“Which part?” he asked her, barely daring to breathe.
“The eating, the fucking. All of it.” She squirmed against him, begging him with her body to continue. “Fucking fill me up.”
Damian and his dragon growled with shared intent at the exact same time.