Page 77 of To Ignite a Dragon's Desire

“What was that?” I asked.

“Dragon speak.” His lips lingered at my temple as he held his large body over mine so we were molded together but none of his weight crushed me.

“It means that his death was too quick.” Lucan pressed another kiss to the side of my face, working his way to my neck.

I shivered, instinctually turning my head to give him better access. “Let’s not talk about that now.”

“I’ll keep it in my native tongue.” He whispered against my throat, tasting the pulse there.

“What else can you do with that tongue?” I arched against him.

His chuckle awoke an aching need in me.

“I’ll show you.” He gave a teasing nip to my clavicle, right where Ember’s mark was, and licked the pain away.

He stilled when he realized where he’d placed a love bite and I froze under the sudden sharpness of his teeth.

“Do it,” I urged, breathless.

“Not yet.” His lips were soft as he continued to kiss his way down.

I sat up against the bedframe and pushed him away. “I’m not going to break if you bite me.”

Lucan balanced on his hands, planking so we were eye to eye. “I didn’t say you would.”

He had me trapped underneath him, but I didn’t feel caged. It boldened me.

I moved forward so our faces were inches away. “You’re treating me like I will.”

His eyebrow raised. A question to my challenge.

“And how would you like to be treated?”

“Definitely not like some porcelain doll,” I said. “I want you to bite me and fuck me, hard.”

His pupils dilated at my words and it felt awfully good to know I could rile his beast. My pulse quickened, but it was a good kind of fear.

The kind that recognized how powerful I was.

I dragged my nails up over his shoulders, watching as his breath caught and his muscles quivered under my touch.

Every other part of him held still, being patient.

I laced my hands around the back of his neck and pulled myself forward to whisper into his ear, “Unless you don’t want to claim me.”

A growl rumbled in his chest.

I turned and bit down onto the side of his throat.

“Goddess, Riley.” Lucan moaned as he turned us both, adjusting so I was sitting on his lap. “Do you want this?”

He fisted his cock between us before rocking my already wet core against his length.

I sucked onto the bite mark I’d left, releasing his neck with a pop. “I want everything you can give.”

I leaned back to look at my handiwork. I wanted him bruised and marked and covered in reminders of me. My nails dug into his shoulders as I rocked my core along the outside of his ribbed shaft.

Oh. I could come like this.

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