The Dragon's Stone
He kisses my cheek again, then whispers in my ear, “Say it again.”
In a gasping voice, I begin saying, “I’ll do anything-
“No, what you just said,” Taran growls, his grip on my hair tightening.
I pause for a moment, “I’m yours.”
Taran kisses my cheek. His hand holding my hair moves around my neck, “Mine.”
“Yours,” I murmur as Taran squeezes my neck.
Taran eases his grip as he positions himself at a better angle. My eyes roll as I feel Taran seems to find his way deeper inside me. The rougher thrusts begin. I scream as Taran’s body crashes into mine, just like the waves on the shore.
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