“I will not fuck you on a hard surface,” he growled with her in his arms. “Direct me to your bed.”

All Gwen could do was point toward the closed door. He kicked it open, breaking the lock. She didn’t have time to mind. She would be leaving soon, anyway. Beyond the broken door lay what felt like an indoor garden. Plants in pots of all sizes filled the sunny room. Amidst pots of lavender and peppermint sat her wide, white covered bed.

Cameron and his beast set her gently down onto the white duvet before abruptly gripping her hips and flipping her over. His hands ran up the back of her legs, earning a small moan out of her mouth. How long had it been since anyone touched her at all? Even the small gesture had her closing her eyes to savor in the feeling.

There were things a man could do that the battery-operated boyfriends could not, such as gripping the waistband of her long skirt and yanking it down over her legs. She laid there, bare assed for his viewing pleasure.

He growled, his hand moving toward the soft flesh of her buttocks. Long fingers kneaded her flesh. How long had it been for him, she wondered? Had it been just as long? Was he aching for her the same way she ached for him?

She squealed when his teeth descended upon her skin. He bit the tender flesh of her buttocks, interspersing kisses between small nips and nibbles. She writhed beneath his grip. He laughed, deep and resonating through her. She felt it rumble through her core and she knew what she wanted.

“Take me,” she breathed.

His tongue slipped between the gentle folds of her. She let the bed swallow her moan of pleasure. She had not expected the quick flick of his tongue there. She had not expected this gentle patience.

“Take me,” she growled.

His finger slipped inside of her and she called her pleasure into her bed sheets. “You’re not ready,” he whispered.

She rocked her hips back and forth, enjoying the feel of even a finger inside of her as it touched places that had been lonely for far too long. The silkiness of his skin was nothing compared to the feeling of the tip of him as he pressed it against her opening. She moaned with surprised delight.

She had been with a dragon before. She knew what it meant to lay with one and what they hid in their pants. Her battery-operated boyfriends should have ensured that she was ready for the smooth shaft to slide into her, but as he guided himself in, inch by inch, it felt like nothing she’d known.

Once he was hilt deep, his hips began to work. He thrust, hitting deep each time, while his hands explored every inch of her body. They shoved her shirt up so that he could cup her aching breasts. His soft thumb flicked and pinched her nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure through her core. The other hand moved further south, the tips of his fingers sliding between her folds to touch her most sensitive place.

His hand worked in unison with his cock, pushing her closer and closer to the precipice. Waves of pleasure coursed through her core with each thrust of his cock. It seemed to fill every available inch inside of her, stroking her pleasure into a slow burning fire.

She could spend a lifetime in this moment, she thought. She tightened herself around his cock in rhythm with his thrusts. Behind her, Cameron moaned. His grip on her tightened possessively. His thrusts came faster as he lost a bit of control.

He leaned forward and teeth scraped her shoulder. She cried out from the sheer pleasure it sent through her. His teeth pressed into her skin, pleasure mingling with pain while her orgasm rocketed through her. She cried out, unable to keep it inside.

It was her cry that sent him over the edge. He spasmed inside of her. His roar of pleasure mingled with her soft cry. Their magic whipped around them, a whirlwind that left the room in disarray. Neither of them care. They fell forward in a heap, breathing heavily.

Gwen wriggled into the soft sheets, sated after their long bout of lovemaking for the first time in… maybe her life. It was an experience like none other she’d ever had before. He lasted for as long as she needed to climax, which turned out to be quite a while. She turned her head to the side, eyes studying the face of the man lying beside her.

He looked back at her with half lidded eyes and a soft, content smile on his lips. She leaned forward and claimed them in a slow kiss. He returned the favor, his hand reaching up to cup the side of her face. Affection. The realization sent a sharp jolt through her.

He was showing her affection.

Then, suddenly, he scrambled out of the bed and bolted for the door. Her mouth hung agape. That had been unexpected. What should she have foreseen? A long night of cuddling? A happy future. She cursed herself for being ever hopeful when reality seemed all too happy to squash her into the ground. She fell onto her back and stared up at the ceiling, fighting back hot tears.

“You have to be starving,” Cameron’s voice drifted back to her.

Her head fell to the side and she nearly choked on her laugh or relief. Completely naked, the dragon man stood in her bedroom doorway, board of meats and cheeses held between his hands. She pressed her lips together, warning herself not to become attached, and nodded. She was, indeed, starving.

Cameron climbed back atop the bed to sit with her and stationed the board so that it sat before them, not between them. He adjusted himself so that his knee touched her bare thigh and reached forward to claim rolled meat and slivers of sharp cheese. He, too, it seemed, was starving. Their love making had been nearly frenzied.

“Can I…” Cameron seemed to trip over his words. “Can I feed you?”

She let herself fall back into her plush pillows, feeling, for a moment, like a goddess. “Feed me,” she commanded.

Cameron laughed, that bright sound that reminded her of sunshine. His fingers claimed a cluster of grapes from the board and hung them over her lips so that she had to reach for them. She caught the glint of mischief in his eyes before he snatched them away and popped a grape into his own mouth.

Gwen turned a pout toward him and he broke down, feeding her several grapes by hand before insisting she also eat some protein. The night went on like this, happily teasing one another. It was her last night in this apartment, her last night in this town before she became someone new again.

What name would she choose this time? This time her name was too close to the truth. Next time, she would have to decide upon something wholly new and different. She could become Rose or Delilah. Or, she could become something fresh and new like Teagan. That was a name that she admired. It would make her seem young.

Teagan sounded like a great name.