Page 59 of The Dragon With A Girl Tattoo
“You carry traits from your siren mother,” he said, wanting her to be comfortable with his true self.“That does not make you her.”
“True.I do have a bit more wallop to my singing voice because of Mom, but I don’t have many other siren abilities.”She looked thoughtful.“My dad was a mage, although I only saw him a few times before he managed to blow himself up with too much arcany.It’s why I make sure I discharge myself when I create a bunch of glamours.OK.Point taken.We are not our parents.I think, since I need sleep in order to perform tomorrow, and I really want sexy time before that, we’ll move past our respective families and focus on ourselves.”
“What part of you would you like me to start with first?”he asked, wanting to peel off her shirt.
“I’m not done taking my turn with you.But, yes, let’s focus.OK.Thighs of a god, check.”
“Demigod.”
She gave his rod a pat.“Your penis is nice, too.Not the sort of massive that means I would walk funny after we indulge ourselves, but a goodly size and shape.And I like that you aren’t overly hirsute.A little body hair is pleasant.Enjoyable, even.But too much ...no.”
“No,” he agreed, wondering what on earth she was talking about.He had hair just as did other dragons in human form, but since she clearly felt better being able to catalog his body, he’d let her do so without complaint.
“Your chest and belly are truly godlike, so whether that’s a hereditary thing, or just you working out a lot while you were locked up, I don’t know, and frankly, I don’t care, because I’ve never met someone who had an actual six-pack.You can rest assured that your chest makes me feel five degrees hotter than I am.”
He gave in to the temptation he could no longer fight, and stroked his hand up her bare leg until it reached the material of her shirt.
She froze, her eyes growing huge.“Oh.”
“Oh?”he asked, his hand on her warm, delicious hip.He fought every urge inside him demanding he claim his mate right then, wrestling with need, lust, and something warm and glowing that he suspected would bring him both pain and pleasure.
He had loved once before, and been betrayed.
“Oh, as in ...I don’t know.I can’t think.Your hands are like fire.It makes me want to ...want to ...”Her voice was tight, which almost pushed him over the edge of control.
“What do you want?”he asked in a voice that was rough as granite.
“You,” she said on a whisper as she leaned down to kiss him.Her mouth was as sweet as he remembered, but infinitely hotter, and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to keep from claiming her as every iota of his being demanded.
“I must ...if you don’t want this, you must tell me now,” he said, fighting to keep his desires leashed.
“I want it.I want you, Yrian.I don’t know why it is that I’ve fallen for you so fast, but I have, and you’re so ...I mean, yes, please, I want this.”
He didn’t bother speaking—he simply sat up, pulled her T-shirt off, and had her on her back before a second passed.“Now, I shall catalog your parts,” he said, allowing his gaze to feast upon her enticing self.“Your legs are beautiful.Your hips are sublime.Your belly makes me harder than I’ve ever been.And your breasts—”
“Are kind of small, I know.I’m sorry about that.I did get that from my mom, sadly,” she said, her hands moving to cover up the mounds that made his mouth water.
“They are not small.They are perfectly formed, and just the right size for me to caress with hands and mouth,” he said, suiting action to word, moving between her legs so he could lave her breasts first with fire, then with his tongue.
She arched back, her legs moving restlessly around him, her hands caressing his arms and shoulders as he gave himself up to the joy of her breasts.“Fire?”
He released the nipple he had been caressing with his tongue, and glanced down, worried for a moment that his fire had slipped his control, but beneath her were the linens of the bed.“Sometimes it gets away from me, but not in this case.”
“No, I meant I want more of your fire,” she said, biting him gently on the shoulder.
He glanced around frantically, desperate to make love to her, to claim her as his mate, to give her the pleasure she so clearly deserved.If she wanted his fire, then she’d have it.
He slid off the bed, cherishing the little moan of displeasure she gave when he released her breasts, but before she could protest, he hoisted her off the bed and strode to the bathroom, yanking one of the plush towels to spread on the floor with his foot before he laid her carefully onto it.
“Um ...” she said, looking around.
“The bed is not fireproofed.This room is done in ceramic tile,” he told her, then eyed the pair of underwear that hid her woman’s secrets from him.“I wish to remove your underwear, but the book that Ysolde demanded I read said that consent is necessary.Do you—”
“Oh, hell yes,” she said, wiggling out of her underwear.“Now, give me your fire, you badass dragon demigod!”
“I like that you say exactly what you think,” he told her, kneeling between her knees.He lifted one leg, and started kissing at her ankle, working his way up to her lovely, rounded thighs, his mouth trailing fire.
“Oh, goddess, I never thought a man’s mouth on my leg could push me right to the brink of an orgasm, but ...yes, yes, rub your stubble on my thighs!”
