Page 8 of To Spark a Dragon's Love
My heart was beating too fast. I needed him closer. To feel his warmth surrounding me.
“As you wish.” He lowered until his lips brushed my lips. A silent beckoning for me to open. I relaxed as his hard body settled on top of mine, the weight a steady comfort held up by his hands as his shoulders flexed above me.
I closed my eyes as my lips parted.
Fire licked up my skin, burning me from the inside out as his taste exploded on my tongue. There was a gentle pressure of his lips coaxing mine wider as he growled into my mouth. Malachy took his time taunting and teasing.
Then it wasn’t gentle.
His kiss deepened, demanding I let him in, begging for me to give more. I clawed his muscled shoulders, drinking the taste of him and gasping for his breath as I drowned in him.
I ached for this.
Needed it. More than I’d ever needed anything.
I tore my mouth away, lips bruised as I panted.
“I haven’t…” I slowed my breath. “It’s been a while since I’ve done this.”
I wasn’t sure where my earlier badass had gone, but she’d left my vulnerable self in her place.
Malachy didn’t even flinch.
“Don’t worry.” He pressed soft, unhurried kisses down the side of my neck. The brush of his fangs descending only heightened the building ache between my thighs as he reached between us, grabbing my hip possessively. “I’ll take care of you.”
4
Malachy
Close Your Eyes
Darkness edged at my vision as the shadows of my beast gathered above. Willow moaned breathy, feminine sounds beneath me. Her body was soft. Breakable. Pure. Goodness radiated from her. A gentleness came with her tender touch and smiles.
I was a monster for wanting to taint it. To take all she was offering and ruin her in the worst ways. To fill her depths and leave my marks until she knew nothing else but me.
She is mine.
On that, my beast and I agreed, which was rare these days. But we both knew it’d be better to end this before it went much further. If only there was a choice. The lure of her siren song held us captive. The promise of more of her taste pulled on primal urges that were getting harder and harder to ignore.
Be gentle.
I slowly eased her thighs wider as my dragon’s incessant roars dulled to a fevered panting, settling myself between her legs. I closed my eyes against the onslaught of sensations whenshe traced her nails over my shoulders and her intoxicating scent filled the air.
How long since I’d been touched with gentle hands? Centuries, maybe. A lifetime more likely.
She’s too delicate.My dragon whimpered.
I reached between us, finding her ready and responsive. Putty in my hands. Willow gasped as I circled her clit and then curled a finger into her cunt. It squeezed around me, greedy and begging as Willow arched her back.
“I need…”
I captured her lips, eager to kiss her again as I pumped a few more times with my fingers, making sure she could take me before gripping her hip and lining up my cock.
You’ll break her.
I clenched my jaw against the tormented thoughts of my beast as Willow wrapped her hands around the back of my neck. Her lips were swollen and plump from our kiss. Her eyes had blown wide with desire. Beautiful. Just as I imagined, but better. So much more.
I couldn’t stop this if I tried.
