He reached behind and shut off the water. He pushed the glass pane open and reached for a towel that hung on the nearest wall. He loosely wrapped around my back as he lifted me into his arms. My hand instinctively tangled into his neck and my legs around his waist. His own hands held me firmly at the junction of my thighs and my cheeks, spreading me slightly. He walked out of the shower but we didn't get far before my back hit the door. His weight pushed on me, securing me tightly. I felt his cock brush against my lips. I ached for him to enter me.

I nodded, "Here."

He seemed to understand what I was asking. He took a moment to adjust his stance. I held my breath in anticipation. His head glided through my lips, wet from both the shower and from being turned on.

"God," he groaned. "You're so wet." He lowered me and angled his hips. I felt him prode at my entrance and with a snap of his hips, he entered me fully. I tightened my grip on his waist, as I clenched around him. I was flush against him and we both took a moment to breathe. He didn't hesitate and retreated before thrusting again. He was slow, but steady. Hitting against my cervix every time. My nails raked into his shoulders. I couldn't hold back the screams of pleasure that erupted from my throat. He was vocal about it as well.

"Fuck. You're so damn tight."

His fingers dug into my cheeks and he pulled me towards him with each thrust. He angled his pelvis so my clit was continually stimulated. I cried out. It felt like electricity jolted through me.

"Oh god!"

His mouth nibbled on my neck. "Not a god. Just a dragon," he said smugly.

His hips roasted again and his head rubbed inside of me just the right way. With the stimulation to my clit and inside of me, it didn't take long for me to see stars.

"I'm gonna-," I cried.

"Look at me," he commanded.

Honey eyes stared into red jewels. I couldn't look away from the dominance in his voice. His movements never stopped or slowed. I could feel the build-up inside of me. My body curled and my walls fluttered tighter around him.

"Cum," he commanded.

He gave me a few more heavy thrusts and all of the sensations sent me over the edge. I screamed out. My voice echoed off of the tiled walls. He pulled me onto me as far as he could reach and emptied himself. He held me there. We both clung to each other and tried to catch our breaths. We started as each other through the steam that still hung in the room. He pulled me back from the door frame and reached behind me to open it.

I kept myself wrapped around him as he carried me from the bathroom into his master suite. I felt goosebumps rise as the temperature dissipated. I sighed at the feeling of him exiting me, and he placed me down on top of the smooth comforter.

His cock was still hard and glistened with each other's juices. I shivered at the feeling of him leaking out of me. I raised my legs and laid myself back on the mattress. I raised my arms above my head.

His hands grabbed my knees gently. "I ain't done with ye yet," he said.

I smiled. "I hope you wouldn't be."

He pulled my leg across and flipped me onto my stomach. His hands grasped my hips and pulled me up. He rubbed his cock in between my cheeks, gliding easily from our previous actions. His hand pushed my upper half further into the mattress and popped my ass further into the air. His left hand tangled into my hair and his right hand gripped onto my hip. His tip breached me again and entered me in one easy glide. I gasped at the feeling of fullness and took everything he gave me. He pistoned into me with ease. My senses were elevated and the sound of slapping skin was I could hear with the mix of his heavy breathing. With each thrust, his balls swung against my clit, providing me extra stimulation.

His free hand left my hip and came back on my cheek, giving it a smack. I cried out.

"Oh," he said smugly. "Being spanked turns you on huh? Never pegged that you like it dirty."

He hit again, around the same area, and gently rubbed the abused skin.

"Shut up," I moaned.

His ministrations continued. Every hit, every thrust, and every sound pushed me again closer to the edge. I felt him stretch a little wider and could tell he was almost there as well. His hand reached around and rubbed my clit. Bringing me along.

"Ah fuck. I'm gonna," he called.

" Me too," I screamed. With a few final thrusts, he pushed deep into me, filling me up once again. He held me there a few moments, both of us trying to catch our breath. I felt him leak out of me again as he finally withdrew. I threw myself down fully, glad to give my knees a rest. I didn't look, but I felt as he left the bed and wandered into the bathroom.

After the sound of a cabinet slamming and the sink running, did he come back in.

"Here," he said quietly. I looked up at him now in a pair of tight boxers, holding a washcloth. He passed it to me and turned around. I cleaned myself up as best as I could. I didn't really feel like hopping back in the shower.

"I'm done," I proclaimed. Giving him the chance to turn back around. He took back the cloth and tossed it into the hamper in the corner. The bed shifted as he laid down on the empty side. His arms went behind his head as he stretched comfortably. He let out a deep sigh. Not of annoyance, but more of content. I laid down next to him, resting my head in my hand.

"Thank you," I said gently.

His eyes opened and looked over at me. His stupid smirk reappeared.

"Glad I could be of service."

I couldn't help but laugh. He did do what he said he was going to. I felt ultimately more relaxed than previously. I could feel my whole body decompress. I twisted myself up onto the side of the bed.

"Hey. Where ye goin'?"

I looked back at him.

"There's an inn just around the corner. So I'm going there and then heading home in the morning."
"Oh no, ye don't. There are all sorts of creepy people lurking around. It ain't safe."

I rolled my eyes. This is exactly how i was made to feel after this latest mission. This is how everyone sees me.

He could see the annoyance in my eyes and pulled me into his arms. He wrapped around me; his legs entangling in mine. My face nuzzled into his chest. It was warm and comforting.

"Listen. You're not weak. That's not what I was thinking. You can easily hold your own. You proved that earlier. But the last thing I want on my mind is seeing you walking out that door and possibly getting attacked and I wouldn't know cause I'm not there. Now shut up and go to bed before I fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk at all."

I felt my face heat up. He separated for a moment before pulling a blaket over us and turning off the lights. He pulled me back into him and breathed steadily.

"I don't usually cuddle after one-night stands, so this is new to me," I whispered.

He blew out his nose as if he laughed. "Who said this was a one-night thing? We still have the morning."