Page 46 of Possessed By the Dragon Alien
Her fingers touched his chest, and the last threads of his control unraveled and ripped apart like fabric giving way. He caught her face between his hands and claimed her mouth in a kiss that held nothing back. She melted against him with a soft sound that made his blood burn.
She was right. Hewashers.
Madrian kissed her with the reverence she deserved, savoring the soft press of her lips and the quiet sounds she made. His hands slid into her hair, cradling her head as he deepened the kiss. She tasted sweet, perfect. Her tongue slid over his lips, making his dragon stir with possessive need.
Her fingers worked at the fastenings of his shirt. He helped her, clumsily shrugging out of the fabric without breaking the kiss. When her palms pressed against his bare chest, he groaned at the contact. Her touch was like fire against his scales.
“Beautiful,” she whispered, exploring the planes of his chest with gentle hands, then sliding downward, over the taut ridges of his abdomen.
He caught her wrists, needing a moment to maintain control. “Slow,” he said hoarsely. “I want to savor you.” What he really meant was,I don’t want to end this before it’s barely begun. So great was his need that his cock had hardened to a painful rod, smashed up inside his pants.
Her green eyes darkened with desire as she nodded. He released her wrists and reached for the hem of her sleep shirt. She lifted her arms, letting him pull it over her head.
The sight of her bare skin in the soft light stole his breath. “Perfection,” he breathed, and leaned in to press kisses to her shoulder. She moved her hair aside and he saw those golden freckles dusted down her spine like stars. Her curves weresoft and perfect. He traced them reverently, memorizing every detail with his fingertips. The freckles disappeared into the cleft between her buttocks. He followed them there, taking those full globes into his hands and squeezing. He groaned, ignoring the urge to toss her back on the mattress and just…ruther.Fek, that’s what he wanted to do. To mount her, take her, claim her.
But he would not.
“Come here,” she breathed, and reached for the front of his pants.
He held perfectly still as she released the fastenings. He did not move as she tugged them down, over his hips. He held his breath as his cock sprang free and she took in the sight of his jutting erection for the first time.Thiswas hers, too. Everything before her. Everything he had to give, was hers.
“Madrian.” Her voice was husky. She took his cock in her hands. And squeezed.
He gasped and bent backwards, pulling from her grip. It was too much. He muttered something—nothing,nonsense—and took her wrists in his again. This time, he pulled them above her head and held them there with one hand. He gazed down at her, knowing he probably looked ferocious and half out of his mind. Her lips parted. Her kneeling body was pliant and supple as she allowed him to slowly survey her.
Her breasts were high, since her arms were stretched above. He’d avoided her breasts until now, wanting to give this unbearably arousing part of her body the reverence it deserved. Now, he lowered his head and pulled one tight nipple into his mouth. Her moan nearly undid him. She trembled as his teeth played gently on her stiff peaks; then he ran his tongue over the underside of her breasts. And finally, he just gave in, abandoned propriety, closed his eyes and playfully rubbed his face on them. He heard her chuckle and nipped one swollen bud. “I can’t help it. You’re so…tempting.”
“You’re surprisingly playful, Madrian,” she said.
No one had ever called him that before, but maybe he was. Who knew? He had a lot to learn about himself. But now, he wanted to learn about her. Everything about her. What made her shiver and ache. What made her wet. Speaking of which, he slid a hand down her body, to the soft skin between her thighs. She was wet. He knew enough about females to know that her body was getting ready to take his cock. He knew enough to feel the new tension that arched her body and see the languid pleasure that crossed her face, to know that she was as aroused as he was.
He lowered her to the bed, careful of his weight as he covered her body with his. His wings curved around them, creating a private sanctuary of shadow and warmth. He released her wrists and captured her mouth with his, but kept his fingers between her legs. She rolled her hips in time with the rhythm of his touch, surrendering to his touch with a trust that humbled him. He watched in fascination as he drew soft cries from her throat as he discovered what made her gasp and tremble.
“Let me love you,” he murmured against her throat. “Let me show you how precious you are.”
Madrian’s breath hitched as he explored the slick heat between Nena’s thighs. As he stroked her wet folds, the reality was more intoxicating than any fantasy. “You’re so wet for me,” he whispered.
Nena’s response was a whimper. Her hips bucked against his hand. She wanted more. Madrian’s gaze darkened. He obliged by circling his thumb on her clit while he slipped a finger inside her. She was tight. Her inner walls clenched around him, and the thought of his cock filling her sent desire straight to his groin.
“Madrian, please,” she begged, her eyes dark with lust.
He loved the sound of his name on her lips, a plea that was music to his ears. Madrian took a moment to appreciate the sight of her flushed with desire, her body arching. He would savorevery moment of this and draw out her pleasure until she was begging for release.
He added another finger, stretching her deliciously as he continued to tease her clit. Her breathing grew erratic. Her moans grew louder as he found a rhythm that had her writhing beneath him. He could feel her climax building. The tension coiled like a spring.
“That’s right, Nena,” he murmured, his voice thick and hungry. “You’re going to come for me. I want to feel you come apart.”
She whimpered. Her eyes locked onto his as if seeking permission. He gave her a nod, a silent promise that he would catch her when she fell.
Madrian increased the pressure, his fingers coaxing her body to the edge. He reveled in the power he held, not as a dominant force but as a partner. He was guiding her, but it was Nena who controlled the pace. Her body dictated when she was ready to fly over the edge.
He knew the instant her orgasm hit her. Her pussy clenched around his fingers as she cried out his name. He continued to stroke her through the aftershocks, drawing out her pleasure until she lay spent and sated beneath him. Knowing the effect he had on Nena made his cock throb and his balls tight with the effort to hold back. But he couldn’t rush. Knowing that he had put the blissful expression on Nena’s face was afekkingtriumph.
Her breathing slowed and her body relaxed. He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his lips. He tasted her on his tongue and drew in a deep breath. Ah, it was pure Nena and completely his to savor. She watched him through heavy-lidded eyes. A smile played on her lips.
“You’re…you’re…” His voice shook with awe. “Everything.” There were no words, really. Nothing that made the feelings inhim make sense, or explainable. Even to him, this was too much to understand and certainly too much to describe.
She reached for him. Her hands moved over the contours of his chest, his shoulders, his wings. “I need you inside me, Madrian,” she whispered. “I want to feel all of you.”
