Page 33 of Dragon Flames
I wait for him to pounce and take what he wants. The last thing I expect is for him to remain still and allow me to look my fill, giving me time to make the first move. I step forward and brush my fingertips along his smooth chest, my own nipples tightening at the way the muscles bunch under my touch.
He’s lean, sculpted from years of hard work and fighting. My teeth ache with the need to lean forward and stake my claim with a bite, marking him so everyone will know he’s mine.
“Do it.” He reaches for me, cupping the back of my neck, and draws me closer until my lips are just a breath away from the naked skin of his shoulder. He leans down, his other hand slipping around my waist, pulling me even closer, silently offering me his neck.
My beast lets out a low hum of approval at his submission. I live in a world where second chances are rare. Unwilling to give up this opportunity, not sure if I would ever get another chance, I lean forward and take what I want. I lick and nibble at his flesh until his grip around me tightens, and he trembles in anticipation.
Not wanting to drag it out a second longer, I lean forward and sink my fangs deep into his shoulder. Blood spills into my mouth, the taste packed with power, and heat spreads through my veins at the delicious taste of fire and ash from his beast.
Lust tightens every muscle of my body, and my core clenches around nothing, the ache almost painful, and I whimper with aching need. His hand sweeps down my back, soothing me, my skin tingling in its wake. He cups my ass, drawing me closer, slipping his knee between my legs, and I find myself riding his thigh to assuage the near-overwhelming ache.
With a rumbling growl, he reaches farther down, his fingers delving between my legs, and my breath catches at the sensations he evokes with his clever hands.
“More.” I arch into him, my body no longer under my control.
“Anything you need.” He takes my mouth with a bruising kiss, his fingers spreading my arousal, before he thrusts the tips of his fingers into me.
It isn’t nearly enough, and I find myself bucking against him, forcing his fingers deeper.
“Shit,” Preston growls, pulling away, and I might have whimpered. “Shhhh,” he whispers. “I’ve got you.”
Then he picks me up by the back of my thighs, and I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck for leverage, groaning when his cock slips between us, hitting my center just right. Without hesitation, I arch, rubbing my core along the length of his cock until an orgasm starts to build.
He grabs my hips but doesn’t enter me. Instead, he bucks against me with just enough force that it sends me shooting for the stars. I cry out as the world around me darkens. As I gently float down from the high, I barely stir when he carefully lays me down on the bed, the boxes and bags tumbling to the floor.
When he retreats, my eyes flare open and I tighten my grip around him, refusing to let him budge. “Where are you going?”
He winces in pain, but his blue eyes are firm. “I’m going to give you a chance to rest.”
I give him a seductive smile, playing with the strands of his hair at the base of his neck, loving the way he leans into my touch. “What if I don’t want to rest?”
He stills, every muscle frozen as he gazes down at me, lust and duty at war. “We’re moving too fast. When I make love to you, I don’t want you to have any regrets.”
Make love…not fucking.
Something in my chest flips and wobbles, leaving me unsettled and off balance. I gaze up into his too-serious eyes, knowing without a single smidgeon of doubt that I will never regret anything I share with him. It should be impossible, but despite the short time I’ve known him, I trust him.
Being with him feels right, his touch like coming home. Swallowing hard, I admit the truth to him despite being terrified of the way it leaves me so exposed. “I would never regret anything with you.”
He reaches up, capturing my hand, then brings my fingers to his mouth, reverently kissing the center of one palm, then the other. Then he drags my other hand down his chest, and my breath kicks up a notch. He wraps our joined fingers around his shaft and strokes himself once, then twice.
I quickly catch the rhythm, feeling powerful when he drops his hand and thrusts into my tight grip like he can’t get enough. The intensity of his blue eyes steals my breath, steals my soul, and I guide him into my core, needing to feel closer to him, needing to feel connected to him.
“You’re sure?” He rubs the backs of his fingers against my cheek, his concern for me doing that funny thing to my heart again.
Not wanting to examine the tumult of emotions closer, I lift my hips until he sinks deep with a single thrust, stealing my breath from my lungs.
“Fuck,” he whispers, pressing his forehead against mine as he struggles to catch his breath, and allowing me to adjust to the sudden intrusion. “You’re so tight. It’s like you were made for me.”
I wait for him to thrust, wait for the pain, but he remains perfectly still, trembling against the urge to move, and a strange warmth begins to build in my chest. Any fears I might have had vanish, and I tighten my core around him.
“Fuck, baby.”
His rough growl makes me squirm, and my nipples tighten painfully. “Ride me.”
At my demand, he reaches down, touching me where we’re joined, hitting my clit in such a way that I can’t help but arch up against him.
Impatient for more, I chase the sensations, fucking myself on his hand and cock while he holds himself perfectly still. To my shock, a second orgasm crashes over me, making me see stars.
