Page 64 of The Heart of the Dragon

His body went stiff, his spine straightening and his muscles flexing from his shoulders to his fingertips. A knot formed in my throat as I imagined those fingers on me, stroking me, inside me...

"Are you trying to kill me?"

"How am I killingyou? There are important decisions to be made that I don't have time to be distracted from. And Kitra is waiting for an answer. But all I can see is you, touching me."

"And I can smell what those images are doing to you. And since I already know just how delicious you can be when you are like this, I'm having trouble holding myself back." He'd moved a few inches closer and I could feel the increasing heat from his dragon reaching out to caress my skin. I desperately wanted to lean into it. Maybe even take off my clothes and let it wrap me up tight and safe where for a moment I might not have to think about consequences and danger and the unknown.

"Then don't."

He leaned forward and placed his hands on each side of my hips, sinking down a little into the chair until his gorgeous face was level with mine.

"Are you sure about this? Last time, neither of us really focused on the implications. But this time, with us having spent more time together and gotten to know each other a bit more, it will be different. It won't be just my knot."

I thought about everything that had happened and how I'd felt the first time. I craved that full feeling and the way my nerves had lit up when he had fully settled in. Already I could feel the prickles across my skin like popping candy erupting everywhere at once.

But what I really needed right now was far simpler.

I scrambled to my knees within the confines of his arms, grabbed his beautifully scarred face, and pulled him into a kiss.

Chapter

Twenty-Five

Magnus

The slamof her lips against mine knocked the air from my lungs. The craving for more of her had nearly driven me to insanity—again.

Now I was finally where I wanted to be, and it wasn't enough. Grabbing her hips I flipped us around so that I was laying against the chair and she was straddling me. But the moment her heated pussy rubbed over my dick I groaned into her mouth. "Rose. I'm giving you control this time. Please don't kill me."

She broke the kiss and looked down at me. "I have no intention of killing you. At least not yet. But there will be pleasure. Lots and lots of pleasure."

I groaned again. "You smell so good," I purred, the sound a loud rumble from my chest. "I cannot wait to taste you again."

"It's my turn." She peppered kisses along my jawline and into my neck, sending jolts of sensation straight to my groin. In return, I rubbed her arms, waist and sides before finally graspingher clothed hips and pressing her harder against my already weeping cock. I knew she would be slick between her thighs, and my dick seemed to be in a race to see who got the wettest from all this petting.

While I was trying to keep myself under control, she worked her way down my body, unbuttoning my shirt along the way.

"For a pretty little flower, you are a dangerous little thing." I groaned again.

"I am not remotely little." She grinned, glancing up at me before her lips hit my bare abdomen. Heat flooded my body and the room around us as every part of me lit up for her. If I wasn't careful I would combust and start lighting things on fire. She held a lot of power over me, and I was quickly losing what little control I still had.

"You are perfectly tiny."

"That's only because you are a giant," she said, grazing her teeth between my skin and the waistband of my jeans.

"Tease," I grumbled, squeezing her perfect ass even harder as my heart threatened to beat completely out of control under the onslaught of pure heated lust building between us.

I took a deep breath to steady myself before I gave in and flipped her over. The desire to completely overtake her, pin her down and pound mercilessly into her body made my mouth water and head nearly explode.

To drive my point home, I pressed into her with a little more force, making sure I nudged her where it would have the most impact. For that move I was rewarded with a sharp gasp andbreathy groan that made it clear we were both playing on the edge today.

The sun had dawned on a new day just as I'd entered her room, but we were both too embroiled to watch the show.

I was pretty pleased with myself until she dug her tiny teeth into the skin just at the edge of my jeans and then swiped her tongue along the same path. The little minx was playing with fire. Not that it seemed to stop her. Instead, she rose firmly on her ass and ripped at the button of my pants until she had them open and my length firmly in hand.

"Rose," I gasped, practically panting for her to continue.

"Would you like my hand or my mouth?" she asked innocently, her tongue coming out to swipe across her bottom lip. One of the hottest things I'd seen to date.

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