Page 34 of Dragon Flames
“Thank fuck!” he mutters, then grabs my hips and pounds into me over and over. He hits a spot just right, and I can’t do anything but hang on as my orgasm continues to build until it crashes over me yet again. I scream his name until darkness consumes me.
I wake to Preston kneeling between my legs, licking my sex gently, cleaning me in a way that leaves every inch of me tingling. He wrings another, softer orgasm from me, and I melt back into the mattress with a sigh, no muscles left to do anything else. “Wow.”
He sits back, looking down at me with a smug grin, his cock standing erect between us. I watch him pump it, twisting slightly at the end, and I can’t tear my eyes away. With each stroke, he picks up speed, his hips thrusting, and I find my mouth watering for a taste.
I’ve never before thought of giving oral as sexy. It’s been used too much in the prison system as a threat and currency, but it’s different with him. Not giving myself time to think it over, I sit up and take him in my mouth.
“Fucking hell, woman.” But he doesn’t pull away, a groan tearing from his throat despite my sloppy kisses. “Just like that. Harder.”
He wraps his hand around mine at the base of his cock and holds it tight. “Now suck.”
I follow his instructions, loving the way he swears and trembles under my ministrations. When he thrusts deep, spilling his seed, I let out a hum of pleasure, loving that I have such power over him. His shout of pleasure rings in my ears, his hands rough as he drags them through my hair. Then he gently pulls me off his cock, then kisses me in a way that makes me feel like a queen being worshipped.
He lifts his head reluctantly, his eyes reverent when he gazes down at me until heat burns my cheeks and my insides squirm. With a sigh, he pulls away, but not before stealing one more soul-searing kiss that leaves me hungry for more. “If I don’t go now, you won’t have enough time to shower before Elias comes for you.”
I flop back on the bed, not caring that he’s watching me while he dresses, but not with that hungry look in his glittery blue eyes. His movements slow, and he takes a step toward the bed before he shakes himself. “Naughty girl for tempting me. Or do you want to get caught? Did you know I watched while he spread you across his desk and licked every inch of you like he was starved? Do you want him to watch next time, unable to touch while I take you again and again?”
Heat burns through my veins at his dirty talk, and I’m suddenly not the least bit tired anymore, the picture he paints has me aching for more. I’ve never been much of a voyeur, but something about having the two of them worship me at the same time makes my core clench with need.
Triumph blazes in his eyes as he secures his pants then saunters toward me with a well-deserved swagger. He leans over the side of the bed, cups the back of my neck, then proceeds to kiss me until my senses spin.
Only then does he pull back, his eyes dark with hunger when he scans my face. “I’ll see what I can do to make all your fantasies come true.”
He nips at my bottom lip then straightens and strides toward the door like a man on a mission, and I shiver as I watch him leave. Taking what he just said as a warning, I finally roll off the bed and head for the shower.
I bask under the spray of warm water for much too long. I can’t remember the last time I experienced such a luxury. Unlimited water. Hot. Clean. Plenty of soap. I must have scrubbed myself six times before I force myself to stop, leaving my skin red and raw.
Steam billows out when I open the bathroom door, and I stop in shock when I see Elias standing in my room, going through the bags. He barely glances up when I enter, and my beast huffs in annoyance at being ignored.
“I set some workout clothes for you by the dresser. Change and we can get started.” Elias continues to sort the clothes, arranging them in the dresser and closet.
Miffed that I don’t have his full attention, feeling bold, I drop the towel. I grab the clothes he left out, pleased when I finally see the hitch in his stride and the hungry look in his gaze as he scans me from head to toe.
Smug now the tables are turned, I place my hands on my hips and raise my eyebrows. “Where do you want me?”
Chapter Twelve
FELICIA
Ihad to fucking ask.
I groan and drag myself off the practice mat. I thought I was in shape, that I could take whatever Elias could dish out, but I was wrong.
The man is a beast!
Dripping sweat, body aching, I limp toward Elias with a scowl, determined not to give up.
Giving up means getting killed.
And for the first time in a long while, I want to live.
“Again,” I demand, facing off against the sadist who has taken over my prickly scholar. It pisses me off that he isn’t even winded. Hell, if even a lock of his hair is out of place.
Fucking twatwaffle.
“What did you just call me?” He tips his head to the side, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he stares down at me like I’m a fascinating specimen he wants to study.
I wince. I hadn’t meant to say that out loud. When a person spends most of her waking hours alone, talking to herself is a way to pass the time and keep from going stark raving mad.
