Drakon reached down, gently stroking the side of my wet face as he moved inside my mouth. "You were made for me, Kira," he murmured softly.
Slowly, he pulled his length out, leaving a thin trail of saliva connecting his tip to my lips. He shifted down the bed, settling himself back between my wide, parted legs.
"Are you ready?" he asked, his dark gaze piercing straight into mine.
I bit my lip, swallowing hard, and gave a sharp nod. "Yes."
"Good," he said.
In one fluid motion, he grabbed my hips and flipped me over onto my stomach. Positioned on my knees, my ass was forced high into the air, perfectly presenting my wet, glistening center to him while my wrists remained bound to the wooden posts above.
Drakon slid two fingers deep inside me from behind, testing my slickness. "F*ck, you
