Page 61 of To Match A Dragon's Fire

She begs for it,my dragon urged.

She doesn’t know what she asks.

She took our venom. She can take this.

As if Ember heard my inner battle, her hands dropped from my shirt, going to my belt and fumbling with the clasp.

Goddess, help me.

I grabbed her wrists, pinning them together before she made me lose all restraint.

Ember bit down on my bottom lip and released it, drawing my focus back to her face as she broke our kiss.

“Promises.” She tsked with swollen lips and hooded eyes.

Mine,my beast roared.

“I’ll take care of you,” I said, lifting her from her feet and kicking back the chair.

She squealed as she wrapped her legs around me and I walked, carrying her to a safer place as her teeth trailed little bites down my neck.

Ember had no clue what she was doing. What her sexy little nips threatened to unleash.

I had to maintain control for both our sakes, denying the need to give into the beast, unable to do so without ruining this fragile thing building between us.

But I could feast.

She gasped as I set her down on the table. I pressed my lips to her shoulder, gums burning with the urge to let my fangs descend. Her body thrummed with anticipation as her nails raked over my scalp.

“Should we go somewhere else?” Ember reached for my hand as I grabbed the hem of her tank top. “I don’t want to ruin your table.”

“I love this table, and I want you on it.” I slowly removed her shirt, baring her nude-colored bra and heavy breasts beneath.

My cock strained against my jeans as I made quick work of the bra snaps. Stupid contraptions. But at least corsets were out of fashion. Though I did enjoy the tease of releasing each ribbon slowly.

“On the table?” Ember echoed as if she was preparing herself for the ordeal. Little did she know that I planned to fuck her in more places than she could fathom.

Mate. Claim.

But not now.

“On the table,” I demanded as I swept her hair to the side, pushing her back flat against the wood with one hand.

Her nipples hardened when the air rushed over them and I leaned forward, tasting each before I kissed my way down to her stomach.

My balls tightened as she ran her nails over my scalp and neck.

“Not fair,” she said, breathless as I left gentle bites on the soft skin above her waistband. “I want to see you.”

“As you wish.” I stood, taking her image in under the amber candlelight as she lay sprawled across the oak table. Her hair was tangled and wild, spread around her shoulders, and her chest heaved with every breath.

Beautiful.

Mine.

I pulled my shirt over my head, watching as her pupils dilated with desire. The beast within me roared.

Claim. Mate…

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