Page 45 of Been There Dragon That
He grasped one of her ankles and pulled her leg to the side, opening her to his view. He licked his lips and inhaled deeply like he was taking in a bouquet of roses. “You smell so sweet, Rylee.”
Wrath knelt onto the bed and crawled forward, nudging her legs even farther apart. He approached like a predator stalking his prey, except Rylee wanted to be hunted. Wanted to be captured.
Her body was practically thrumming, waiting for him to pounce.
And then he did.
He lowered his body against hers, skin grazing skin. His lips brushed over her right breast, nibbling, licking.
She could barely breathe, completely hypnotized by his slow primal exploration of her body. No man had ever shown such reverence. Such desire. Such patience.
He smiled against her skin.
Then he was cupping her breasts with his big, callused hands, so gentle, so reverent. Then his lips captured her left nipple and breathing became even harder.
Wrath didn’t leave an inch of her breasts untouched or untasted. She was panting and soaked and fisted handfuls of the blanket beneath her, arching her body into his attention.
“You belong to me, Rylee. You are my mate.”
Rylee moaned. “Wrath. Please.” She needed more of him like she needed air to breathe. Each touch and tease made her body dance. His mouth and fingers controlled her. In this moment, no matter what she thought she was holding back, she did belong to him.
He kissed his way down the curves of her stomach and hips. And then lower and lower. His mouth danced across her skin, and Rylee couldn’t resist letting her hands trail over his broad shoulders, up his neck, and back down, loving the way he growled encouragingly beneath her touch.
His mouth teased and licked at every point except the one that ached the most.
Then his tongue was on her clit.
Her body quaked beneath the direct pressure.
He slid a finger inside her and curled it forward. His tongue lashed at her sensitive, throbbing clit, and she lost all sense of time and place. She curled her fingers into his shoulders, and her body arched of its own accord.
He kept licking and circling. Slowly. Then fast. Then slow again.
Rylee gulped air as the wave of pressure and heat seared through her, unfurling into an orgasm like none she’d ever experienced before. She would’ve screamed, but her body tightened to a point where that was impossible.
Wrath lapped at her body like a man dying of thirst. Like she was the best thing he’d ever tasted. Like he loved it. Like he wasn’t finished…
“Wrath, I—” Her words came out between panting short breaths. “I—you—” Her fingers clawed at his shoulders, but he didn’t budge. The deep rumbling sound she’d heard before vibrated loudly in his chest. She liked it. It distracted her momentarily from the fact that he was determined to drive her up into another orgasm.
She lost count of how many times he made her tumble over the edge of that tsunami-sized wave of pleasure. Her body was a writhing, seething, begging mess.
“Wrath—” She pleaded. “P-p-please.” Ripples of leftover orgasms fluttered across her abdomen. Her hands had found permanent purchase knotted in his hair.
“You are myshuarra.You belong to me and I to you, Rylee.” He crawled up her body, kissing and nibbling from her stomach to her neck to her lips. Then his tongue delved into her mouth, and she could taste herself. It only made her ache more for the erection pressing against her belly.
“Mine.” His voice was a growl. He rolled his hips and lined himself up with her body, nudging at her entrance. Waiting. “Mine,” he repeated, the tone implying a question. “Let me make you feel good.”
“Yes, please.” She writhed beneath him, needing so much more.
His body tensed. That wasn’t the answer he’d wanted. He nipped harder at the soft part of her neck, then lifted his head. “Look at me.”
Rylee opened her eyes and stared into a mesmerizing golden gaze. “Say it. Say you are mine.” His erection nudged at her body again like it had a mind of its own. Her hips also had a mind of their own and flexed, inviting him a little deeper.
She wanted those words to be true. Maybe they already were. Maybe she really did belong to this mountain man with golden eyes and a devotion to her unlike anything she’d seen outside of a romance novel. To find a man so overwhelmingly bent on eternal commitment wasn’t something many women found on the journey called life.
“I’m yours, Wrath.”
Those three words were the right answer. He sank into her, inch by inch, carefully, gently. Never dropping her gaze for a second.
