The Dragon God

Chapter Seven

It was strange. The moment that Ivan had said he made no promises not to turn into some massive dragon-beast while they had sex, Ina had felt her entire body react in the strangest way. It was as though she had been made for this whole strange union.

His fingers slid into her at the same time his lips came down again. His kiss was every bit as intense as it had been back in the office. There was a feeling of ice-cold, taking Ina's breath away as his tongue slipped over her lower lip. The same sensation of being high overtook her, brain buzzing as she reached up again, trying to gain hold of reality.

But who needed reality when she had a body like Ivan's over hers? Wide shoulders, a broad chest, and powerful arms that could have easily crushed her. There was no man that she had ever set eyes on before who could have looked so absolutely perfect.

Or dragon, she thought.

Ivan's fingers were working gently inside of her, trying to draw her closer to a peak of pleasure. His thumb brushed gently over her clit, and Ina gasped, biting back a full moan. She felt her thighs flex, trying to pull Ivan's arm in tighter, as though it would cause his finger fucking to intensify.

Instead, he smiled, and pulled his fingers out, lifting them to his lips to lick each of them.

Ina found herself staring, unable to look away as her body grew warmer at the sight. How could something so barbarian be so sensual?

He murmured something softly before reaching down again. Ina didn't hear what it was that Ivan had uttered, but as soon as his fingers were back inside, she didn't care.

Arching up, Ina felt moans grow louder. Desperate. Ivan spoke her name, softly commanding her to allow her body to take the pleasure. His free hand slid under her shoulders, pulling her up against him as he sat up, keeping Ina in his lap.

He dipped his head, and his blond hair fell over Ina's breasts as he took her nipple with his mouth again. Muscles taut as he held her in place, Ivan showed no signs of releasing Ina any time soon.

Ina's stomach tightened as an orgasm finally shook her body. She gasped for air, pressing back into Ivan's hand.

He lifted his head, and Ina saw the look of satisfaction in his blue eyes as he laid her down again. His lips pressed to hers again, gently pressing until she had no choice but to part her lips and allow him to taste her once again.

As Ivan laid her back into the bed again, she felt his hand move from between her legs. Still damp from her juices, he took her thigh and lifted it to allow him space.

"Condoms?" she asked breathlessly.

"Can't get you pregnant." Ivan spoke with confidence. "Science." He added the last word as though there were more information, but he—like Ina—had no desire to stop what they were doing for a biology lesson.

Ina adjusted herself, feeling the apprehension as the swollen head of his cock pressed against her. It felt as large as the rest of Ivan looked. Despite that, she was excited for it. She shut her eyes, and exhaled softly for him as he pressed in.