Page 60 of To Match A Dragon's Fire

My eyes went to his lips as he spoke, “It’s a promise.”

I breathed out a girly little moan that I’d never made before in my life.

Kieran’s eyes flashed as his pupils slit into black diamonds. “I want to swallow that sound.”

“What’s stopping you?” I challenged.

“Such a smart mouth. With such pretty lips.” His thumb brushed over my lower lip, tugging it down before he released it to possessively cup my jaw. One little action and everything in me burst.

I was on fire.

Burning from the inside out.

I stared into his eyes, needy and breathless, not caring they were half human and half beast. “I want this.”

“I know.” There was a restraint in him I didn’t have. While his arms were steady and his hand firm on my cheek, my whole body trembled. He was waiting, fighting something.

I knew that feeling all too well.

But I wanted him to let go.

“Please,” I said, leaning into his touch.

A low growl sounded in his chest as his fingers slid around my neck, tangling themselves in the back of my hair.

He tilted my face up, angling it so I was bared before him as his mouth hovered a breath-space away from my mouth.

The taste of him was right there.

I licked my lips, aching to close that final distance.

“Remember that you wanted this.” His words were a ghost in that sliver of space between us.

Any sound of protest I could’ve made was stolen as his lips captured my lips. Fire burned and every part of me ignited at the first hint of his spicy, masculine taste.

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Kieran

Just a Taste

I shouldn’t have been kissing her like this.

She hadn’t eaten her full meal. We were only talking. She’d think I was taking advantage, rushing.

But her hands grabbed my shirt and fisted the material. Her soft lips were yielding and pliant under mine. Her tongue warred for dominance. She drank deep. I drowned in her.

Even as I sent a telepathic message to Fredrick, telling him to clear the halls from eavesdroppers and hold off on the next course, I scolded myself for doing this.

Mate. Fuck. Claim.

I had to stop.

My beast raged and fought to break free.

I wanted to bend Ember over and take her from behind, grab a handful of her hair and rut her across the table.

To show her exactly what it meant to be a dragon’s mate as I sank my fangs into her neck, claiming her as mine.

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