Page 39 of The Black Dragon
Justin turned onto his stomach as Ariel straddled his thick, muscled thighs. The dragon tattoo fascinated her as she caressed it with herfingers.
She ran a loving hand over silky hair on his legs,marveling at the strength in his limbs as she pressed against his hard flesh. Then she slid her palms over the smooth globes of his firm buttocks and then up the ridges of muscle on his back. She kissed the back of his neck, loving the groans she culled from him. Suddenly he tensed and just as easily as she’d pushed him back, he slid beneath her and flipped her onto herback.
“Now,” hegrowled. “It’stime.”
Intensity radiated in his gaze as he settled his muscled body between her opened legs. Bracing himself on his hands, he stared down at her. “Damn Ariel. Ever since I met you, I’ve dreamed aboutthis.”
She felt his rigid length probe at her wet, tight opening. Ariel stiffened in realalarm.
“Shhhh.” He stroked her hair. “It’s all right, sweet Ariel. Justrelax.Relax.”
It wasn’t going to work. She was too tense and too small. But she wantedthis.
Justin laced his fingers through hers, locking their hands together. He pushed forward. Burning pain laced her. She grit herteeth.
Pressure increased. Ariel gripped his fingers as if he were an anchor. His heavy weight pinned her to the mattress. She writhed, helpless and open tohim. Justin rose up, his gaze burning intohers.
“Now, Ariel,” he said thickly. “You’remine.”
He pushed hard and deep inside her. Caught by the sudden shock of pain, she yelped. Justin caught her cry with his mouth. A single tear trickled down her cheek. He tore his mouth from hers, chased it away with histongue.
Locked deep inside her, Justin remained motionless, his handspinning hers down, his body keeping her captive. The burning pressure between her legs eased, replaced with a curious, delightful friction. Justin reached between them and teased her once more, his fingers playing with her clit, making the pain fade and the pleasure beginanew.
He began moving, as her inner muscles clasped the male intruder eagerly, caressing him. Justin tensed and groaned.A bead of sweat rolled off his forehead and spilled onto her breasts like ateardrop.
Tears shimmered in her eyes as she clutched him, silently holding him to her. The emotions raging wildly through her were so intense, she could barely stand it. It felt like the whole of her had opened and poured out of her, replaced with primitive male satisfaction coupled with tenderness and humbledawe.
Then he pulled back on his haunches. His face alight with fierce desire, Justin spread her legs open wide. Ariel braced herself as he thrust deeply, holding her legs open wide. He stiffened, then his body shook as he released a deep groan. She felt his seed shoot inside her, then he collapsed atop her. Stroking his damp hair, Ariel welcomed his heavyweight.
Something had happened,and more than making love. Something wonderful, and slightlyfrightening.
As if they were more than lovers, and lifelong mates. Silly. She was Mage, not dragon, and dragons mated for life only with other dragons, according to herstudies.
They lay in drowsy contentment as Ariel curled against him, her head pillowed on his broad shoulder. Her fingers slid through the damp hairs onhischest.
Justin sat up, frowning. “We never locked the backdoor.”
“’S’okay. I never bother. No one breaksin.”
“I’m not taking any chances with you.” He kissed her gently. “I’ll be rightback.
Too restless to remain, she donned her prosthesis and went to the window. Something inside her tingled like fire and would notcease.
So odd. Memories of her past flickeredlike a movie. Theaccident.
Ariel returned to the bed and stopped short, staring at the small crimson stain on the sheets. She saw not her virginal blood, but a car and thick crimson pooling around her trappedfoot.
Bile rose in her throat as memories flickered like a sputtering candle. The crunch of metal, the screams of her mother and then silence. Blood, so muchblood…
With a loud cry, she ripped the white sheet from the bed.Get rid ofit.
By the time Justin returned from the kitchen, fresh sheets were on thebed.
He turned off the light and stopped mid-way to thebed.
From her jewelry box on the dresser came a glowing amberlight.
“What is that?” hedemanded.
