Page 41 of Tempt the Dragon
She was feeding him in ways he guessed she’d never know, but the very taste of her,the feel of her warm essence dripping onto his tongue was feeding the ache that had settled into the pit of his stomach and made it home for the last eighty years. He gripped her thighs, pushing them back farther so that he could have more access to her. That’s what he needed—more of her, all of her.
Rearing back with a growl, he fought against the shift, ripping the button of his pants andhurriedly pushing them and his boxers down until his rigid dick was free. He should ask her again, make sure there was absolutely no doubt.
“I want you, Aiken.” As if she read his mind, he jerked his head up to stare at her.
She looked phenomenal leaning back on her elbows, breasts full, nipples hard, legs spread. Everything and more, was all he could think as his gaze remained fixatedon her. Never before had he been so grateful that pure Drakon weren’t susceptible to human diseases, and thus there was no need to pause and find a condom. Even with that knowledge, he’d worn a condom each and every time he’d had sex with other women. Only Mel could have him this way.
“You need to know that I’ve always wanted you,” she whispered.
He stepped closer and grabbed her ankles.Giving a slight tug to bring her ass to the edge of the pool table, he eased her legs around his waist, clasping them behind his back before spearing his dick deep into her.
“Yes!” She yelled the word and he felt it ricochet throughout every corner of his body.
What was she doing?
Why hadn’t she stopped him?
Because she couldn’t. Not this time. She’d known that the moment hewalked into the game room shortly after she’d come here to hide. Just the thought of getting away from Aiken had seemed far easier than it had ever actually been. Even as angry as she’d been that he’d lied to her, she’d wanted him just as fiercely. Craved his touch, sought his closeness. It was insane, but it was real.
Now, he was inside her and all she could do was close her eyes and enjoythe ride. Because that’s exactly what it felt like—the ups and downs of their relationship in the past and now in the present. How one minute she could be so frustrated with him that she’d want to strangle him and the next she couldn’t keep her hands off him. Just him being closer to her was the preamble, and the second he touched his lips to her wrist, his tongue to her skin, the ride had begun,taking her higher and higher until eventually taking that deep plunge that would hollow her stomach and fill it with nothing but pleasure. She was almost there. With each thrust he stretched her wider to accommodate him, his body fit between her legs, his fingers running along her scalp as he grasped her head, tilting it up for a kiss.
This was the moment when he’d whisper her name and tellher how much he loved her. Or at least that’s what he’d done in the past. Her heart thumped wildly with that memory and she’d tried to whisper something before his lips touched hers. A plea? A declaration? She had no clue what, and it didn’t really matter. Words didn’t matter. All that made any sense at this moment was the feel of his dick inside her pussy, his tongue inside her mouth. That wasit. Just him and just her. The two of them and...their beasts.
She could feel the invasion long before they’d made it back to the Office, knew that it was present even while they stood in Montoy’s house. Efforts to will it away again failed. This was the first time she’d given what was inside her this much control and in this moment, it felt as if it had been a part of her all along. Theyseemed so in tune, as she tilted her head to deepen the kiss and dug her blunt-tipped nails into Aiken’s strong shoulders.
Pushing, urging, edging her toward delicious bliss, that’s precisely what this foreign beast was doing to her right now.
“This,” he mumbled against her lips. “This is what I want. Always.”
The last word was emphasized by his fingers gripping her ass. She gasped.“Yes. I want it.”
And she did. She wanted this pleasure, the feel of him so hot and strong beneath her touch, inside her, all around her. She wanted that. The rest, she believed she could do without.
“Do you hear me, Melody? It can be just...like...this.” He was really getting into matching the physical thrusts and touches to her with his words and she was totally here for it. Archingher back, all she wanted to do was moan with how good it felt.
“I hear you. Just, give me more.” More was all she could think of right now, all she wanted to think of, more of Aiken. The rest, it would be there when the sun came up.
“Whatever you want,” he said, burying his face in the side of her neck. “I’ll give you whatever you want.”
And he did, moments later when he pumped intoher so fiercely, she bit down on her lip to hold back the scream. Bliss, that’s what it felt like, pure, unadulterated sexual bliss that ripped through her like a tsunami. She was drowning in it, falling deeper and deeper until she wasn’t sure she’d be able to stop herself from hitting rock bottom. And then what? How was she supposed to go back to who and what she was after this, after releasingher beast to tangle with Aiken’s once again?
Even waking in his arms was different now.
Way back when they were both hunters she’d moved into his lavish penthouse apartment at the top of a building in Miami Beach. He liked to sleep on the left and she favored the right, so that each morning she could roll over onto her side and watch the sun rise over the Atlantic Ocean.
It wasn’tmorning yet and when she rolled over now, it was to stare at the painting hanging on the wall over his dresser. It was dark in the bedroom, but she could see clearly. For the first time in her life, she could see in the dark without the red haze. She closed her eyes for a few seconds before opening them again just to make sure.
The Wind. That’s what the painting was called. Uneven brushstrokesin many shades of blue and gray covered the thirty-six by twenty-four canvas. It took her breath away.
“I was wondering when you’d see it,” he said, moving behind her. Why couldn’t he sound like a total drunken jerk in the middle of the night? It would make it a lot easier to want to climb out of this bed.
“Why do you have it?”
“You said you liked it.” His answer sounded simpler thanthey both knew it was.
She recalled the day they’d seen the painting at the art gallery in France. “You said you hated it.”
His laugh came in a booming burst of joy she hadn’t realized she missed until this exact moment. “I did hate it and I still don’t know that it’s any more than a bunch of slashes of blue paint. But you liked it.” The back of his fingers brushed over her bare shoulder.“And I loved you.”
