Page 90 of The Artist and the Dragon

Another flick of his thumb, and something in her shattered. She cried out, head thrashing as she clung to Malik, her fingers still tangled in his hair.

“That’s it.” He continued to stroke her, slower now, drawing out her pleasure. “I’ve got you.”

“Malik,” she panted, staring into his eyes.

A gentle kiss pressed against her lips. “There you are,” he crooned. “I think you might be ready for me now.”

A half-laugh slipped from Bronwyn. He’d just left her dizzy with pleasure and now she was ready? Malik leaned back, sitting on his heels between her spread legs. It was a lewd pose she took, her knees spread with everything bare for him to see, especially still wet and glistening from her orgasm. She started to close her legs, but Malik shoved them wide again.

“Uhn-uh,” he tsked. “Don’t hide from me. You are stunning. All of you. I’ve thought so from the moment I first saw you.”

“When did you become so complimentary?” she teased, panting for breath.

He chuckled. “Haven’t I always been? You simply didn’t believe me.”

She bit her bottom lip as she weighed his words. He was always charming her with pretty words—she’d thought them ridiculous, but now… They had been true?

He stroked himself root to tip, and every thought eddied out of her head. Her gaze locked on his cock.

“You still want me?” he asked.

Ever so slowly, she let her gaze crawl up his muscular form. He truly was a work of art. “Yes. A thousand times, yes.”

He chuckled deep in his throat. “I look forward to each and every one and more.”

Then he was adjusting himself, settling in close until the head of his cock slipped through her folds, and she gave a little whimper. He did it again, covering himself in her wetness. A breath caught in her throat as he sat poised at her entrance.

“Eyes on me, Princess.”

She tore her attention from where their bodies came together. No sooner did their gazes lock than a feral grin stretched his lips and his cock slid inside.

Bronwyn gasped at the feeling of fullness, the odd yet right sensation. He’d barely breached her, yet the connection was mind-bending.

“Oh, fuck,” Malik groaned, sliding ever so slightly deeper. “So tight. So perfect.”

She dared another glance at where they joined, watching him sink further into her before he leaned down, his chest pressing against her breasts. A shudder rolled through her as he bottomed out and went still. Goddess, he was so big. Filling every part of her until there was nothing left.

Malik cradled her cheek. “Are you with me, my love?” His former humor had vanished, only seriousness remaining.

Bronwyn nodded. It hurt. A little. But she had no regrets. Not one. “Yes.”

Slowly, he began to thrust, and the bit of lingering pain vanished completely, shifting to pure pleasure. Something within her knotted up tight again. On instinct, she lifted her legs, wrapping them around his hips.

A growl of pleasure left him. At her encouragement, his pace increased. One hand toyed with her breast, the thumb that had brought her to climax now flicking across her nipple, making it hard as stone. With him inside her, his hand on her breast, his lips against hers, his breath in her lungs, everything was Malik. There was no start or end to either of them, just the two as one, bound up together.

Finally, her body seemed to say as he sank into her over and over.Finally, finally, finally.

Each stroke brought her closer to the edge of bliss until she was standing on the precipice and all she could see before her was him. Her walls were broken. He’d invaded her thoroughly, yet she had never felt more right.

Malik slid his palm down her body and gripped her ass, adjusting the angle of their coming together. Somehow, he slid even deeper, and Bronwyn finally tumbled off the edge, crying out with pleasure the likes of which she’d never known.

He gasped, body jolting. Though he’d watched her carefully throughout their love making, as if he could memorize each moment to revisit it later, his eyes slammed shut and his head tilted back. A bellow tore from his throat, so loud any neighbors were doomed to hear. His hips jerked into hers one last time, then stilled.

For a moment, it felt like her soul had departed. When it returned, it was to the sound of her name on Malik’s lips and a kiss against the pulse of her neck. “Bronwyn.” Another against her collarbone. “Bronwyn.” A third as a whisper against her lips before he rolled to the side with a groan and slipped free from between her legs.

She’d barely rolled to face him before his arms wound around her, pulling her close. “Bronwyn.”

“I’m here.” She laid her hand against his chest, which rose and fell in quick succession, and savored the feel of his racing pulse.

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