Then he pinned her down, took her so hard that the bed shook with every stroke. She screamed when she came. All out. Hard core screamed. Coal roared. He didn’t hold back. This time he pulled out almost immediately after they were finished. “You need a break.” His voice was thick. The air rushed in and out of his lungs. “I’ll be back.” He kissed her forehead.

Oh good! He was leaving, he must have been paying attention when she told him how things worked with her. Sex, yes. Cuddling, no.

Julie fell back in a boneless sated heap. The room was warm. She didn’t care that he was gone. Not one bit.

That was the wildest, most amazing sex she had ever had. Who knew that missionary position could be so fun? Who? Who knew that dragon shifters could be so fun in bed or that monster cocks were god’s gift to women? Who knew that she could come so darned easily and without clitoral stimulation? She had a g-spot. She, Julie, had one.

To make things even better, for the first time, he had actually done what she had asked him. He had left. She was happy. She really was.

Chapter 13

Coal was reeling. His mind raced about a million miles a minute. He hadn’t lied when he’d said that it was the hardest he’d ever come. He’d had to fight to even get inside her. It had hurt him initially. Maybe even as much as it had hurt her. She was so damned tight. So snug. So amazing. So soft and warm.

He had to suppress a groan as he returned to the room. She was sprawled on his bed. Julie looked shocked to see him, her eyes flared. Then she lay back down in a contented heap. All those lush curves, laid out before him. Her breasts were rounded. He wanted to lick their undersides. He wanted to cup them and squeeze them. He wanted to suck on her nipples some more. Plump and so damned ripe.

He wanted to bury his face between her lush thighs and never come up for air. Except maybe to rut her. To hear her cries of excitement and her moans of pleasure. To feel her tight channel squeeze the hell out of him. To feel it clamp down as she orgasmed. There was no way in hell he could stop himself from following. No way he could keep himself from roaring as his seed erupted from him with a force that scared him. His teeth had sharpened with the need to mark her. To make her his. It was the first time it had ever happened. The need to mate and to mark.