Page 44 of Dark Fire Kiss

He brushed the backs of his fingers over my cheek, his expression achingly gentle. “You’ve nothin’ tae worry about.”

“But I’ve never…” I ducked my head as my cheeks warmed.

He made a soft sound as he curled a finger under my chin and coaxed my gaze to his. “‘Tis your first time?” At my tentative nod, his expression gentled even further. “I’ll take such good care of you, lass. We dinnae have to do everything all at once. I ken I’m a big lad.”

A battle waged within me, flipping back and forth between indecision and desire. When I dabbed my tongue over my lower lip, savoring the last of his blood, he shivered.

“Ah, Halina, you ruin me.”

With that heartfelt declaration, the last of my inhibitions fell away. I rose on tiptoe and pressed my lips to his.

He made a low, satisfied sound and stroked his tongue along mine.

My first kiss. Who would have ever thought it would come from a dragon? Then again, he was exceedingly kissable, his lips so much softer than his body. Feather-soft. Impossibly gentle. He wrapped an arm around my back, lifting me up and into him. Giving me as much access as I wanted to take.

And I found I wanted all of it. Boldness rushed through me, and I sucked at his tongue, letting the tip of one fang drag along the surface. A shot of his delectable blood filled my mouth.

He moaned roughly, and the hard length of his shaft pressed firmly against my belly.

I clutched at his shoulders, lost in his taste and scent. My nipples tightened to hard points, and the flesh between my legs grew hot and swollen. A great restlessness swept me, urging me toward a goal I didn’t know how to reach.

But he did. He slid his fingers into my hair and tugged me back, breaking off our kiss to rest his forehead against mine. His breaths came fast, and his eyes danced with the flames I’d once feared and now craved.

“You tasted me, lass,” he said in a voice like sandpaper. “Now I want tae taste you.”

Heat blasted me, the force of it so intense I gasped against his lips. Inexperienced as I was, I knew what he meant. Except… “I’m all sweaty.” He couldn’t do that. Mortified, I pushed at his chest.

He held me fast, his big palm cupping the back of my head. The tiny fires in his pupils jumped higher as he smiled. “If yer dirty, lass, we’ll just have to clean you off.” He slid a hand down my arm and laced his fingers with mine. “Come.”

My heart pounded as I let him pull me across the suite and into a bathroom. It was probably modern and beautiful, but I didn’t notice. Nothing could have peeled my attention away from the breathtaking male before me. His abs flexed as he removed his shoes and socks and pushed his sweats down his hips. I watched them plop to the floor, and then bit my lip as he stepped out of them. Then he stood before me in nothing but a pair of tight-fitting boxer briefs.

I found myself leaning forward, desperate for him to keep going.

He hooked his thumbs in his waistband. “All right, lass?”

“Yes,” I said through a throat gone dry. The boldness that had swept me before returned. “If you don’t take them off, I’ll do it for you.”

His nostrils flared, and he gave me a look so smoldering I whimpered. “As my lady commands,” he rasped, and pushed the fabric down his hips.

I could only stare, transfixed by the sight of his powerful form. He was all male—every inch of his body cut and defined. Smooth, golden skin beckoned me forward, and before I knew it I was touching him, smoothing my hands over his chest and down his rippling abs.

He stood still, letting me explore even as his breath hitched and his heart beat faster. The air thickened, as if our combined lust had sucked all the oxygen from the room.

I stopped my exploration just above his shaft, which bobbed thick and heavy between us. I’d never considered this part of the male anatomy appealing before, but his cock was a thing of beauty. The rigid length was as smooth and hard as the rest of him, the round shaft traced with plump veins that made fresh hunger stir deep within me. The spongy head drew my gaze over and over, and I had the most overwhelming urge to drop to my knees and take it in my mouth—to dab my tongue over the pearly fluid gathered in that tantalizing slit.

“Halina.”

His murmur brought my head up, and the hunger in his eyes rivaled my own. I had to swallow before I could speak. “What comes next?”

“You do, love.”

His words stroked between my thighs as surely as if he’d used his tongue. I trembled with need, ready to beg if I had to.

But I should have known Bram would never leave me wanting. He pulled my clothes off, peeling away my leggings and top. If I’d harbored any embarrassment about being nude before him, it vanished at the raw lust in his eyes. When my breasts bounced free, he growled like an animal, his jaw clenched as his gaze moved over my puckered nipples.

Touch them! The plea hovered in my mind, but I couldn’t quite bring myself to voice it.

He reached out and slid the elastic from my hair. “We’ll leave the panties for now,” he said huskily. “I have plans for those.”

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