Garath
He watched her face for any sign of hesitation, but all that was showing was what he felt inside. Desire. Arousal. Lust. Whatever one wanted to call it. They were thick in the midst of it now, and things that might have seemed otherwise odd made perfect sense.
Marie guided him with her hand, swirling the tip of him gently across her clit and down to her opening. He was watching that, while she was watching him. Garath felt the tightness of his face as his anticipation rose.
His mate wanted him, and he was about to take her, to have her for the first time. They wouldn’t be truly mated until he could reveal to her his true nature and she accepted his love, but it was still a major step along the way.
Watching for any hesitation, he pushed inside of her at long last, both of them trembling with the need. There was to be no rushing it, lest he perhaps hurt his mate. She hadn’t been surprised by his girth, but that didn’t mean she was going to be able to easily accept it.
At least, he tried to go slow. But Marie’s insistence, her unabashed need to take him and have him, overwhelmed his sense of restraint. Her face dropped open as he buried his cock all the way inside her.
The warmth of her walls wrapped around his entire length flowed up and into his core. It was so powerful that he nearly lost control, forced to resort to an impressive clenching of his abs and arms to stave off an eruption that neither of them wanted just yet. It should have worked, but the way Marie’s eyes drank in ever engorged vein and muscle as he flexed only made the situation worse, and he was forced to pull out.
His hands found the counter and he leaned onto her, his head resting on her breasts as he heaved, drawing in air rapidly in an attempt to calm his trigger-happy body.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Just wasn’t expecting it to feel that good.” He winked.
Interesting. Her blush extended below her collarbone. Far below, he noted as the faint darkening of her skin grew under his admiring gaze, reaching down between her breasts and even partially on to them, nearly to the top of her stomach. It truly was a unique and fantastic look.
“Stop it.”
He frowned. “Stop what? Stop staring at how beautiful you are? Not going to happen, no matter how much you tell me to stop.”
Marie frowned momentarily. “At least keep fucking me then?”
Garath’s smile grew. That was something he could do. Break over, he was invigorated and ready to feed her addiction to him, something that he was only too happy to do. Things were great, and soon the two of them could leave the base, Barton City, and most importantly the other dragons far far behind them.
Covering her mouth with his he felt her cries as she moaned around his tongue, barely able to keep track of her own movements due to everything else. The power of being in control filled his body, but he didn’t use it, instead opting to let things flow naturally, curious as to where they might take him. He’d never seen this side of Marie before, and he was intrigued.
Despite her self-stated dislike of her soft body, she seemed to be more at ease with it than he’d expected. Perhaps that was the effect of him, but either way, he was happy. This was a woman he could be with the rest of their natural lifespans, which, once mated, would be very long indeed.
He slowed to kiss her more thoroughly, pausing until her insistence he continue was too great for him to ignore.
“I made a promise to you,” he growled, lifting her free from the counter and lowering her to the ground. “And I intend to keep it.”
Marie gasped as he spun her around a little more roughly and bent her over the island. His hand connected firmly with her ass. The yelp was more pain than anything else, confirming his earlier thoughts that she’d enjoyed it when he spanked her.
Reaching forward, he gathered up her long brown hair into his hand, able to wrap it around his thick fist once before it got too tight. He pulled on it gently, just enough for tension. After that, if she wanted it harder, it would be up to her.
Garath’s free hand slipped across her hips and between her legs as he bent over her, his digit easily find her throbbing clit and sliding over it. He wanted his mate to come yet again, before he himself could no longer contain his own climax.
“Oh fuck.” Marie went flat against the counter, hands splayed wide as he thrust against her from behind. He could feel the muscles in her body tighten as she attempted to push back into him, but each time his finger circled her clit again she went limp. It was simply too much for her, and he drank in the knowledge that his mate was overwhelmed by what he was doing to her.
“I want you to come,” he commanded, his huge frame allowing him to easily speak into her ear. “Now. For me. Do it.”
The reply was filled more with pleasured sounds than actual words, but Marie did as he’d ordered. Her body bucked and thrashed in throes of ecstasy, pinned between him and the marble counter, unable to move, her head locked in place by his grip on her hair. She shuddered and he felt warmth pour out from inside her, coating him again.
When she finally went limp he let go of her hair, watching it cascade across the dimples in her back near her shoulder blades, the sight engorging him even further. He was in full lust now, eager to keep going as hard as he could until it was his turn.
Garath gritted his teeth and forced himself not to give in, waiting instead for Marie to recover both her mind and her breath. Once she shivered and pushed herself back up onto her elbows, he knew she was ready to continue. Starting slowly at first, he built up speed, holding onto her hips this time.
“No more,” she gasped as he started to play with her clit some more. “I’m good. I’m done.”
He stopped as commanded. With his fingers at least. Marie didn’t object to the continued thrusts of his hips. The mesmerizing sight of her body bouncing as he slammed into it caught and held his attention, the gorgeous curves making him harder than ever before. Before he knew it he was going as hard as Marie could take it. Her fingernails scratched along the marble, spine arching and lifting her into the air so that her breasts bounced more vigorously.
“I can’t,” he gasped, unable to hold out for much longer.
“No,” she begged. “I’m so close. Please…” Her hand pushed between her legs, and the walls clamped around him so tightly he nearly exploded then and there.
But his mate hadn’t said he could do that inside her, so he gritted his teeth and forced himself not to come. Not yet. Once his mate was pleasured, then he could be. The task of not going over the edge took dragon-like strength, but he heard the sudden change in breathing and his mate abruptly slammed her free arm onto the counter and buried her face in it, screaming his name.
Garath could hold out no longer at that, and he withdrew. He shot all across her rear and lower back as he emptied himself with a mighty roar that was followed by repeated gasps of her name, which was the only thing that his brain could say intelligibly.
He was forced to brace himself on the counter as well, his legs weak and wobbly. It should have been embarrassing, a dragon unable to stand, but Garath knew that with his mate it would always be like this. She made him weak in the knees, and he was perfectly okay with that. Because she would make nobody else like that.
Grabbing some paper towels, he cleaned her up, and then the two of them retreated to the bedroom. He swept up Marie into his arms, where at last they fell across the oversized bed to bask in their mutual glow together, his hand locked in hers, their heads twisted to look at one another.
As they both recovered the fullness of dinner hit him again, and he saw it do the same to Marie, her eyes drooping. Sliding closer, he pulled her into him, then flipped the free half of the comforter up and over them. Marie made happy noises as she snuggled into his embrace. Moments later she fell asleep in his arms.
Garath couldn’t stop himself from smiling, wishing he had a camera to record the utter perfection of the moment. His mate was his, and nothing anyone cou