Page 38 of Dragon Valley
“No, don’t be.” My breath came out in soft pants and my heart crashed against my ribs. “That felt really good. It just surprised me.”
“Oh?”I felt his smile against my skin as his fingertips trailed down the side of my leg again. He cupped my ankle before running his thumb deliciously up the arch again.
I swear to the Dragon God I felt it in my nipples and clit, too. It was pure pleasure and I couldn’t get enough. I pulled him on top of me and kissed him hard. My legs found their way around his waist. With my ankles locked behind his back, he still rubbed my sore, aching feet.
“Nadi,” he groaned before swallowing another hungry kiss from me. “When we get back—”
“Don’t,” I pleaded, skimming my fingers along the walls of muscles that covered him like a suit of armor. “Don’t talk about that now. Just be here with me, please.”
He answered by bringing his hands to my waist and lifting my tunic over my head. With trembling hands I peeled his off too, marveling at the body I uncovered. Scars dotted across his sculpted chest, his ribs, and rigid stomach. Some looked fresher than others.
“Did you get hurt today?” I asked, wriggled down to kiss a swollen, purple bruise on his sternum.
“A few elbows and punches. Nothing major,” he answered, his voice low and husky.
Even so, he got injured because of me. BecauseIwanted to leave Dragon Valley. I made sure to kiss every injury my lips and fingers found on him, no matter how small or recent.
After a dozen exploratory kisses, he grew impatient.
“Get back up here, woman,” he said with a throaty chuckle, pulling me up to claim my mouth again.
He shifted his weight and I gasped when an unmistakable hardness pressed against my heated core.
“Caden,” I groaned hungrily, tugging down on the soft leather of his trousers until he kicked them off completely. When my hands skimmed back up his powerful thighs, I felt even more battle scars. Scrapes, cuts, and puncture wounds told stories to my fingers.
“Gods, Nadi,” he rasped, pulling my riding trousers down over my hips. “I knew you were beautiful but you’re so…” His words trailed off as he took my nipple in his mouth, teasing it into a stiff, aching peak before moving on to the other.
I reached for his cock, thirsting to feel him pulsing, thick and hot between my lips but he pulled out my reach. My hands found the deep V in his hips, then higher up his abdomen as he slid down my body, kissing me lower.
His stubble tickled the sensitive undersides of my breasts, the edges of my ribs. His tongue even swirled a small dance around my navel before continuing lower.
“What are you doing?” I breathed, clamping my legs shut but he just pushed them open again.
“Pleasing you.” His voice rumbled gently across my inner thighs, where he placed more kisses that sent my core flooding with heat. “Like I’ve been dreaming about doing for so many nights.”
Any words of protest or stammers of embarrassment left my brain the moment he pressed his mouth to me. I choked out a moan but even that couldn’t express what just happened.
Pleasure and sensation rocked through me like a gust of wind, only it feltsomuch better. Caden’s tongue played me like an instrument, running across all areas of my pussy with masterful skill. He alternated between going fast and slow, sucking my tender flesh, and lapping at my wetness that never seemed to stop. He was playful, sensual, and exploratory, just like he was kissing my mouth.
My fingers tangled in his golden hair as I rocked my hips against his face. He responded to my movements but avoided my clit.
“Caden,” I begged breathlessly. “Move higher. Please.”
“Mmm, here?” His tone was innocent but the wicked gleam in his sky-blue eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing. He pressed a finger into my slick entrance as his tongue lazily circled the hard, aching nub quivering for a release.
“More,” I gasped.
He pushed another finger inside me, filling my emptiness as he finally pressed his tongue on my clit. The most delicious sensations rocked through me and I lost all semblance of control as my pleasure climbed to unbearable heights. My pussy closed around the fullness of his fingers as he stroked the inside of me. The pressure in my clit built under his skillful tongue until it exploded.
My orgasm tore through me so violently, I was certain half the inn heard me scream but I didn’t care. I became a thrashing, moaning mess as jolt after jolt of the sweetest, almost painful release reached every inch of my body.
With all my senses heightened, every kiss from Caden’s mouth leisurely traveling back up my body sent more shivers and jolts through me. He removed his fingers from me and, right before my eyes, sucked them into his mouth.
“Gods, I love how you taste,” he groaned, kissing my shoulder and neck as he lowered his weight on top of me. The light, musky scent of my sex clung to his face and it only made me want him more. My frazzled, post-orgasmic brain was still processing that he pleased me so selflessly. I never heard of men doing that, ever.
“Do you want me to return the favor?” I asked when my breath returned. That I knew, was what men wanted and expected.
“Hmm, another time maybe,” he smiled against my skin, “I won’t last long at all, and I want to feel you come again when I’m inside you.”
