Chapter Fourteen
Kylie
The glass thrummed as he stepped forward and pressed her into it, the impact making her gasp.
She wasn’t given a chance to recover before his mouth was covering hers once more, hot and needy. Parting her mouth, she flicked her tongue out, joining with his as the heat grew between them, passion meeting desire meeting basic instinct. It spun together in a heady mix that left her lightheaded and craving more.
Running her fingers down his back, she played them over muscles that felt like coiled steel. Lips caressed her neck with sudden tenderness, driving her wild. A corner of her mind imagined a curious passerby staring up at the building and seeing her taken by the whims of a half-man half-dragon, the idea sending a little thrill through her.
The corner of the soft robe slipped from her right shoulder, exposing most of the swell of her large breast. Corde’s eye was drawn to it immediately, and she felt more than saw the hesitation in him.
“We don’t have to do this,” he whispered, his lips mere fractions of an inch from her ear, the words followed by a hot blast of air that sent shivers down her neck.
“Of course we don’t,” she told him, taking his head in both hands and angling it slightly upward to face her. It felt odd being taller than him, even though technically her feet were over a foot off the ground. “But trust me, I thought about this. About you. Us. I must be crazy to do this with you, but dammit, I’m tired of trying to resist, of telling myself that just because you’re in my program that I’m not attracted to you.”
He kissed her, one of those single, solitary kisses that did more to make her world spin than a frantic make out session.
“I’m prepared for the consequences,” she continued after a moment. “I know what happens.”
Corde pulled his head back, his gray eyes filling with clouds. “What do you mean ‘the consequences’? What consequences? Are you going to be in trouble for this?”
She laughed. “I…honestly don’t know. I’m not sure if there are rules. I don’t technically employ you, and we’re both of age. It’s confusing. But I doubt it.”
“I see.” His arms bent as he stepped in closer to her. “You meant something personal.”
She nodded. “I did. I was talking about the after.” With a tap of her fingers on his hands, Corde set her down, and she paced across the room. “I was married once, did I tell you that?”
He shook his head.
“To a guy named Rich.” She crossed her arms, pushing the robe back up into place. “Hot. Smooth-talking. Not wealthy. But otherwise a lot like you.”
“He was nothing like me,” Corde snarled softly.
“How do you know?”
“Because he left you. Hurt you. I would never do such a thing. He doesn’t understand how amazing you are, Kylie.”
She was taken aback by the vehemence of his statement, the utter conviction with which he spoke. Never had she experienced something like it before, his words carrying with them something so powerful it was nearly tangible.
“How can you know that?” she asked quietly, not dismissing him out of hand.
Gray eyes turned steely, the clouds she’d seen earlier long gone. “It’s a dragon thing. You’ll have to trust me. But we know.”
Kylie worked her jaw, pondering that, the seconds ticking by with eerie slowness. Maybe he was telling the truth. Maybe he wasn’t. Right now though, she didn’t know if it mattered. Her life was going to shit around her. No car. No house. Probably no job in the near future. What the hell did she have to lose by spending the night in his bed?
A night of hot sex with a gorgeous specimen of a man who claimed—for now at least—to want to treat her like a goddess. Could she really be making that big of a mistake by going for it? The answer seemed to be a solid, emphatic “no.” The sexual chemistry between them was undeniable; she’d sensed that long before the chemicals in her brain started to demand sex.
What the hell, what was the worst that could happen? He would end up treating her like Rich, and she’d move on, leaving everything behind, a clean slate on all fronts.
And if he was telling the truth, things would be even more interesting.
Locking gazes with him once more she smiled, small and tentative at first, but growing with confidence with every heartbeat. The rise and fall of his chest caught her eye, and the thudding sound in her own breast intensified.
Moving with as much slow grace as she could muster, Kylie brought her hands around and gently pulled the belt of the robe apart, before shrugging it from her shoulders. The soft terrycloth fell into a puddle at her feet as she exposed part of herself to him.
In retrospect, she now wished she wasn’t wearing sweatpants. It would have made the reveal a bit more dramatic, and a lot sexier. His eyes widened, pupils dilating as she made it very clear how she felt about the rest of the evening. The lively lips on his mouth parted slightly as his jaw dropped. When he swallowed it was so strong she saw his throat bob.
“Wow.”
Kylie smirked. She knew that she had an impressive chest. It was rather hard to hide the size of them. While she was more than happy with her body and the curves it contained, her breasts were definitely her pride and joy. She felt they had the perfect proportions, and enough perkiness to them that they drew exactly this sort of look.
“Are you just gonna stand there, or are you go—”
Corde moved with dragon speed, lifting her from the ground, propelling her backward through the door and onto the bed.
“—oing to do something,” she finished with a gasp as the air was partially driven from her lungs.
“If it’s all right with you,” he growled, fingers hooking through the waistband of her pants, “I’m going to do a lot of things.”
Kylie couldn’t stop herself from biting her lip, her eyes widening at the throatier, deeper sound of his voice as it filled with sexual desire. “We can probably come to an arrangement,” she squeaked, watching as he peeled the shirt off and tossed it across the room. Now it was her turn to watch. “Oh my.”
“Nothing you haven’t seen before,” he teased, leaning slightly back and flexing for her.
Kylie had to admit he was right, but still, it was different. “This time it isn’t all covered in sweat and stinky garbage though.”
Corde fixed her with a stare as he wilted slightly, though the supposed dragon-man didn’t let that keep him down for long.
“Hey, let me have some fun,” she accused him as he moved to take off his jeans. Sitting up, she slid to the edge of the bed and inexpertly worked his belt. It was an unfamiliar design, but she finally got it undone. The jeans went next, making it quite obvious that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
Kylie found herself unexpectedly staring at his swelling manhood from mere inches away. Rolling with the surprise, she stuck her tongue out and slid it up his clean skin, smelling the fresh spring-water scent of his body wash as she went.
Taking him into her mouth with care, she teased and licked him until he was rock solid and pulsing in her hand, her ears listening to Corde as his groans increased in noise and frequency. When he tightened in her hand she slowed, trying not to smile at the somewhat disheartened noise she earned in response.
Her tongue snatched one wayward strand of saliva from his tip as she leaned back, thrilled that her efforts had produced such pleasure in him. Corde’s face was flush and he was breathing hard, a sure sign that he’d been close to the end. Until she had better stock of his stamina, Kylie wasn’t ready to end the night early. She’d come this far…she was going to get what she ultimately wanted.
Corde slipped to his knees, taking advantage of the angle as she lay back at the edge of the bed. His tongue, hungry and warm, quickly swirled around her center, the heat from his face blasting the inside of her thighs. He touched and probed with gentle care, the light caresses of fingers and mouth driving her wild with unfulfilled anticipation.
“Fuck.” The single word filled her suite as he finally gave in to her moaning demands and touched her core, the stimulation of that one touch stiffening every muscle in her body. Kylie had been watching him, her eyes focused on his face, but now she fell back into the far-too-soft-to-be-allowed bed, lids screwed tightly shut. Playtime was over and Corde focused in on driving her over the edge.
Fingers gathered fistfuls of the comforter as she arched and rocked, the increasing tightness between her legs signaling that she was swiftly approaching the point of no return. Desperately she begged him to continue, not to stop, telling him how close she was to the cliff, how badly she wanted it.
Corde groaned with pleasure at every cry and noise she made. His enthusiasm for her was undeniable and it amplified her own enjoyment, ensuring that she didn’t feel it necessary to put on a show for him.
When at last climax washed over her, coursing through her veins like water bursting forth from a dam, she lost all sense of control, her body contorting and writhing as beautiful agony pounded at her brain. Every fiber of every nerve was lit aflame and for a long moment she couldn’t breathe, so intense were the sensations.
Shakes turned to shivers and all at once every muscle turned to soft Jell-O, leaving her little more than a lump on the bed, lungs gasping for air. It was a struggle just to smile up at him as he picked her up and moved her into the center of the bed.
“You are mine, Kylie Johnson,” he whispered, his eyes glittering with dancing flames, yet another sign of his undeniable more-than-human blood.
Her throat dried up at his proclamation, but that was about it. Spreading her legs wide around his powerful legs, she eagerly greeted him and the next act. This was what she’d been waiting for, though the warmup had been unexpectedly intense. Now, as he lowered himself to her, their mouths once again finding each other, she practically shook with pent-up need.
“Take me,” she told him, letting him know that she still wanted it. Wanted him. Every rock-solid inch of him.
Corde entered her with a slow deliberateness, a tease and yet necessity all at once. She was so aroused that despite his plentiful size and girth, only minimal time was necessary for her to adjust to having him inside. Skin met skin as their hips touched, and she moaned loudly before nipping at his ear in excitement.
They stayed like that for a bit, Corde thrusting into her, alternating between furious kisses and magnetic eye contact, reveling in the pleasure displayed on both their faces. It wasn’t without a bit of reluctance that she hooked her leg around him and rolled over, but Kylie always had enjoyed being on top.
Now she rocked her hips back and forth, basking in the attention Corde was paying her with his eyes and his hands. Fingers ran across her stomach, not shying away from the plentiful curves, leaving no part of her skin untouched as he bit his lips, eyes wide open.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Like an angel sent from heaven.”
She smiled sweetly. “You’re just saying that because I’m grinding against your hard cock and it feels...mmm, great.” He’d gripped her hips tight as she spoke, and the sudden thrill of excitement stuttered her speech.
Corde shook his head. “I thought that from the moment I saw you. This is just an extremely pleasurable added bonus,” he finished through gritted teeth.
“You really mean that, don’t you?” she asked, leaning forward so that her breasts hung closer to his face as she rode him.
He nodded, meeting her eyes for a moment and letting her gauge the truth held within. Then he closed them and took first one then the other nipple into his mouth, teasing them until they were hard.
Eventually Corde took back control, turning her over so that she was on all fours. He gripped her waist and moved into her from behind, pulling her back even as he thrust forward. Kylie’s head was buried in the comforter shortly thereafter as her arms gave out, the pleasure too much to focus on using them.
Fingers made their way between her legs of their own will, and she started to play with herself while Corde fucked her hard, his groans telling her loudly that he was nearing the end.
Her own efforts drove her forward, the pressure building once more.
“Don’t stop!” she hissed between cries, her brain shutting off as once again it was overwhelmed by the ecstasy erupting from between her legs.
At the same time Corde shouted her name and spilled himself deep within her, thrusting through the throes of both their orgasms, his hands holding onto her hips for dear life as she bucked against him.
Spent at last, they fell back together, him still inside her. The bed thumped loudly with the dual impact, prompting giggles from both of them. There was no way Vanek couldn’t have heard that last part, if not more.
Kylie settled into his arms as they rested on their sides, her back pressed into his chest. She absolutely loved being “little spoon,” and when his warm hand slid over to cup her breast and simply hold it, she sighed.
“I could get used to this.”
Corde stiffened slightly. “As could I.”
Kylie wanted to say more, to ask about his reaction, but at that moment the endorphins hit. Her entire body began to glow, warming sensations pooling out from her core. Content in his grasp, the heat from his skin soothing her and lulling her into peaceful tranquility, she soon fell asleep.
They could talk again after her nap.
Or not…talk. She was game for whatever he had in mind.