Page 60 of Claimed By the Sinful Dragon
I heard her heartrate notch, and led her forward, into the new aisles of books, row after row of them. I’d spoken to every contact I had, every agent I knew who dealt in old world artifacts and surviving antiques from before the Fall. The kind of books my mate loved had been produced in abundance before the war, but books burned easily, and no-one had cared to protect what existed in abundance. It meant they’d become rare…but all rare things could be purchased for a price, and I’d accumulated more money than I could ever reasonably spend.
Kaylee stood staring at the books, her lips in an adorable ‘o’ of surprise. I released her hand and nudged her forward.
“Thisis your present,” I told her.
“Rook,” she whispered, my name like a benediction falling from her lips. “There are hundreds of them.”
“One thousand and eighty-nine.”
She twisted back to me, shock and disbelief making her face even more beautiful than usual.
“I think this might be my second favorite look on your face,” I said.
“Second?” Her lips twitched in confusion.
“Second. My favorite is when I’m deep inside you and you reach your peak, screaming my name.”
She blushed, and hell if that didn’t immediately become my third favorite.
“Do you like it when I talk about fucking you, pet?” I demanded, closing the short distance between us again. She nodded mutely, and my lips curved savagely as I shook my head slowly. “Use your words,Dhoca.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I like it when you talk about…” Her blush deepened, and it took every ounce of self-control in me not to rip her clothes away and bend her over where she stood. “…fucking me.”
“Is thatallyou like?” I demanded, cupping her hip and then sliding my hand down to her ass.
“Rook…”
She squirmed against me and my mouth went dry with need.
“Alright,Dhoca, I’ll spare you saying it. This time.” I lowered my lips to her ear and nipped at the delicate lobe. “But I don’t intend to show the same restraint. I love to fuck you. I love the feel of you around my cock. I love those little gasps you make right before you come, and the way you beg me to touch you. I love every fucking thing about you,Dhoca, and a lifetime of you will never be enough.”
My hand slid between us, slipping inside her pants.
“I love every inch of your body,” I murmured as I nudged aside her panties, “but I especially love this part.”
I brushed my thumb over her clit and she moaned, pressing herself against me.
“Naughty, impatient mate,” I chastised her as I stroked my thumb over her clit again, and then slipped a finger inside her to discover her dripping wet. “I love how ready you are for me.”
I flexed my hips, brushing my hard cock against her, letting her feel exactly how she affected me.
“Do you feel how hard I am for you,Dhoca? It was a five-hour flight, and I spent every second thinking about fucking you.”
“It’s amazing you didn’t crash into a tree, as distracted as you were,” she said with pseudo innocence.
I chuckled low in her ear, and whispered, “Don’t worry about me,Dhoca. I can think about fucking you whatever I’m doing. In fact, I think about fucking you constantly.”
“Constantly?” She arched a brow. “That would take quite some—” I scraped my thumbnail lightly across her bud and her sentence finished on a gasp. “—stamina.”
“My stamina’s fine.” I slid my free hand round to her ass and squeezed. “But maybe we should test yours.”
“Please,” she whispered, pressing herself into my thumb again. I spanked her ass lightly in reprimand, and she yelped.
“Not very good at patience, are you?”
