Page 33 of The Heart of the Dragon

It was all the encouragement I needed. I slammed my lips against his, attacking his mouth with all the pent-up stress from the day, as well as the desire I couldn't hold back and then some.

And it was a lot.

Or so I thought.

But it was the taste of him, the heat of his mouth, the texture of his tongue when it slid against mine that fully robbed me of control and sent me careening into madness.

I immediately and simultaneously wanted to pull away and go deeper.

In that moment I was willing to do anything for more.

His hands were at my hips, guiding me as I rocked back and forth on top of him. His touch alone sent sparks of pleasure through my center, making it impossible to hold back my moan.

Magnus leaned in and captured my mouth with his, the faint taste of smoke lingering on his tongue. That kiss demanded everything, and I greedily gave into the irresistible temptation of the pleasure he promised with his mouth. His hands roamed my body, exploring every inch of me. The roughness of his calloused fingers against my skin sent shivers down my spine.

I grabbed the front of his shirt and began unbuttoning, slowly revealing the hard planes of his chest. Eagerly, I ran my hands over him, feeling the defined ridges of his muscles and the warmth of his body under my fingertips. Magnus groaned, breaking our kiss, and I felt his arousal growing beneath me.

“You are a dangerous woman,” he growled as he reached up and cupped my lace covered breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples, teasing them. I threw my head back as another moan escaped me, and Magnus let out a low, resonant laugh.

“Not dangerous. Determined.”

He leaned in, his lips beginning to trace a path down my neck, the coarseness of his stubble grazing my skin. Another shiver ran down my spine, and I arched my back, pressing myself more firmly against him.

With the heat of his hand working its magic, his fingers danced across my skin, caressing every curve. I lifted my head and met his gaze, staring into the mesmerizing green of his eyes as his hand slid lower, between my legs until he found the most sensitive spot to touch. I gasped as my body clenched with need, drenching his hand with the proof of my desire. I might have been mortified if it didn’t feel so good…

“Fuck yes,” he groaned, using the moisture to increase the friction. “You’re wet for me and it’s perfection.”

The tension in my belly coiled tight, until the pressure felt like too much. The steady rhythm of his fingers pushing me closer and closer to the edge. Not even my embarrassment could stop me now. Soft moans of ecstasy slipped from my throat, and Magnus leaned in close, his lips brushing my sensitive ear as he whispered, "I want to feel you come, Rose."

At first I nodded, unable to speak, but the sensation of his cock swelling much larger than I expected forced me to talk.

“You too,” I gasped. “I want to?—”

“Do it. Pull my cock out and look. It’s time you see for yourself how different I am from your human males.”

His words nearly sent me over the edge. I bit back a scream as I realized how close I already was. Too close. I had to stop.

Instead, I reached down and unzipped his pants, pushing the soft fabric out of my way until my hand met hot-as-fire flesh. His eyes widened, and a tight smile crept across his face.

“Think you can handle it?”

His question may have been sarcastic, but the choked sound of his voice made it come across completely different.

I ignored his question and looked down where my hands were working to free him. “Commando. Why am I not surprised?”

But my laughter died the second I got a good look. I suddenly had to work to draw in enough oxygen. He was much MUCH bigger than I’d thought. In fact, there was no way my fingers were going to fully wrap around?—

“What is that?” There were small protrusions along the underside, and when I swiped my thumb along them, they were firm but flexible.

“Ridges,” he grunted, barely getting the word out.

“I’ve never seen anything like it.” Mesmerized, I continued to run my thumb up and down them.

“I would hope not.” His voice sounded strained. “They are part of the dragon.”

Thinking of my sanity, I started to ask more questions, but his own fingers went back to work across my tender flesh, making me gasp again.

“Not fair,” I said, grinding against the pressure.

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