Page 41 of Dragon Flames
“Don’t give me hope.” The confession is torn from my very soul. “I don’t think I could bear it.”
He dips his head, brushing his lips across the tiny abrasions on my shoulder where claws tried to tear out my throat. His mouth skims up my neck, nipping and sucking until my body tingles. Just the brush of his breath along my skin tightens my nipples.
Then he bites my ear hard enough that I yelp, jerking back to glare at him. “What the fuck?!”
“I’ll make a deal with you.” Lust gives him a hungry look that makes my core clench. “I won’t tell you I love you…I’ll show you.”
When I open my mouth to protest, he dips his head and kisses me like he’s been waiting a lifetime for me. I resist for a second—until my beast reaches out and knocks the stupid out of me.
Because I desperately long for him to be right.
I want him to prove it.
Then all thoughts vanish when his hands greedily roam over my body, claiming it for his own. It’s like he’s trying to possess me. I expect him to be rough and demanding, but he worships my body, his palms skimming up over my ribs to cup my breasts, before he leans down and kisses them reverently.
He’s so detail oriented, I hover on the verge of an orgasm because of that alone. When he releases my breasts and stands, I’m embarrassed by the whimper that escapes, but he doesn’t leave me alone for long. He picks me up, then carefully lays me facedown on the bed. He runs his hand down my back, his mouth following, nipping and sucking at my neck.
Then he trails his lips down my spine, his fingers ghosting over me until I shiver from the phantom sensation, willing to swear that I can actually feel him everywhere. He licks at my lower spine, then dips lower. He grabs my hips, lifting me so I’m on my hands and knees, then his mouth lands between my legs and my mind shatters.
He inserts one finger, then two, slowly driving me insane, until I’m arching back against him in a demand for more. “Please.”
“Do you believe me?” His voice is rough as he pushes his fingers deeper, making my breath catch.
Then the fucker stops moving. “Do you believe me?”
He punctuates his question by curling his fingers against a spot in me that makes me see stars, and I hover almost painfully on the edge of an orgasm, my body trembling.
“Damn you, don’t stop.” But no matter how much I twist and turn to end my torment, he forces me to remain still.
“Tell me you believe me.” His demand is raspy, his erection brushing tauntingly against my ass. “Tell me you can feel my love for you.”
I bite my lip to keep the words from spilling out.
His hand comes to rest between my shoulder blades, pushing me lower, sending his fingers deeper, and I groan. “Say it, and I’ll let you come on my fingers.”
“I…I don’t know what I believe anymore.” I dig my fingers into the covers, bunching the fabric in my fists.
I’m not sure what I believe…but I desperately want everything these men are offering.
He leans forward until he covers my back, the heat of him soaking into my skin, and he growls against the back of my neck. “It’s a start.”
His fangs latch onto my nape, holding me in place as he thrust his fingers into me once, then twice. Heat surges through me at the combination of pleasure and pain, and I go soaring.
Before I have time to catch my breath, he rolls me onto my back and settles himself in the cradle of my hips, his arms coming to rest on either side of my shoulders. He searches my eyes, reverently running his fingers over my cheek. “I love you. I’m never going to stop trying to convince you.”
Warmth fills my heart at his vow, my beast purring in pleasure at his alpha tone. There’s no doubt, no hesitation. I lift my arms and cup the back of his neck, lazily running my hands up and down his nape. “I can live with that.”
With a growl, he leans down and takes possession of my lips, staking his claim. When I wrap my legs around his hips in a silent demand for more, he accepts the invitation by seating himself fully with a single thrust.
He keeps his pace slow, his grin cocky as he proceeds to drive me completely insane. Only after my third orgasm does he allow himself his own release. I fall asleep, wrapped tightly in his arms, feeling him press a kiss to my shoulder as I drift off.
And for the first time since I was a child, I allow myself to believe in fairy tales and happy ever afters once again.
Chapter Fifteen
FELICIA
It’s been four weeks since I was released from prison.
