Page 22 of Wild Fire

“No,” she said, thrashing her head back and forth.

Teeth closed on her engorged clit, nipping it and bringing her back to him. “Stay with me, Dani. Nothing will hurt you when you are in my arms.” He chuckled. “Nothing except me.”

He nuzzled her aching nub before settling down between her legs, running his tongue along the folds of her sex. All the darkness and fearful images fled as Warrick latched onto her clit, sucking it into the warmth of his mouth. She grasped his head with her hands, sinking her fingers into his spiky mane as he rolled his tongue around her clit before nipping it. That nip sent a fresh surge of arousal straight to her pussy and she could feel she was on the cusp of a powerful orgasm.

“Warrick,” she pleaded, tugging on his hair to get him to move back up so he could join her body to his.

“Patience, Dani, patience. I haven’t heard you call my name as your body climaxes. I want you soft and wet, ripe for the taking, and I will have what I want.”

Her body shuddered with pleasure, and she let everything go except for the way he made her feel. For the first time in years, she could think of nothing but the man with his head between her legs as he rolled his tongue and speared her pussy over and over, flattening it out to drag her honey out from the depths of her core and lap it up.

He licked her labia with a slow drag of his tongue before nibbling his way back to her pussy, which seemed to be gushing. She writhed with need, and he gripped her hips, holding her still while his tongue and mouth made a meal of her sex, attacking her pussy, her folds, and her clit. Wave after wave of pure sensation washed over her as he continued his sensual assault.

She tried to hold out—to hold her own against him—but it was a futile fight, and in the end he pushed her over the edge into a well of ecstasy that seemed to have no bounds. Dani cried out as her body seized in perfect bliss before it released, and Warrick moved up from between her thighs and covered her body with his own.

He pressed the head of his cock against her opening, just barely inside but stretching her, nonetheless. He grasped her hips, holding her in place as her body still hummed with the aftermath of her orgasm. She grasped his biceps and intertwined her legs with his.

“Fuck me, Warrick. Fuck me hard.”

“As my lady wishes,” he rumbled, drawing back and then slamming into her in a single, brutal thrust.

Holding her tight, he found a pounding rhythm that took her breath away. Over and over again, he surged into her—forward and back—fucking her with a feral frenzy that her body caught and matched. It was primitive, primal, and pure, and Dani gloried in it. Her body followed his lead to dizzying new heights as the tension, pleasure, and pressure built to a crescendo and she cried out again as he thrust home, his head falling forward as he pumped his release deep within her core.

They lay there for a moment, neither saying a word, just allowing the ecstasy to dissipate into a sated languor that was more satisfying than anything she’d ever known.

“Mine,” he whispered again.

Dani began to believe he wasn’t talking about just for now, or just until they were safe, or just until they brought down the bad guys. For Warrick, ‘mine’ was a declaration of intent, of claiming and of possession. He rolled from her, but pulled her close, cuddling against her as they both fell asleep listening to the rhythm of the storm.

When she woke to the light filtering through the windows, what had transpired the night before came flooding back. It would have been bad enough had she given in to his seductive prowess the first time, or even the second, but as she recalled, it hadn’t been until they spent themselves for the fourth time that sleep had finally claimed them for an extended period.

It had been beyond anything Dani could have imagined. She’d fucked a dragon numerous times, and she had reveled in it. Warrick seemed to take fiendish delight in overwhelming her senses and making her submit to his erotic will. Truth to tell, she’d loved every minute of it. He didn’t mince around, didn’t ask her what she wanted, he simply took what he needed, making sure he gave more pleasure than he took.

“Good, you’re awake,” he rumbled as he pulled her beneath him.

“Warrick, no,” she protested, although it sounded half-hearted even to her.

“I knew I shouldn’t have let you sleep so long, but you’re so adorable when you’re cuddled next to me, burrowing to see how close you can get.”

“I am not adorable. I am way too big to be adorable.”

His hand snapped against her backside, the sting hurting, but then spreading into a delicious warmth. “You are what I say you are. Besides next to me, your size is nothing.”

He had a point. Tall and curvy as she was, she always felt she was the equal of whatever man she was with, but not with Warrick. With him she felt petite and delicate, but not weak. He had the superior size and strength, but he never made her feel minimized or marginalized.

Arguing with him would get her nowhere. Her body had learned quickly just what her dragon lover was capable of, and it was all in. He breathed across her skin, lighting it up before he rolled on top of her, spreading her legs and driving up into her. Her body arched in carnal splendor as he let her hang off the precipice before striking up a rhythm he knew she could match. This morning wasn’t about exploration or subtlety—this was about possession and need.

Over and over he pounded into her, holding her in place while he took his pleasure, ensuring that she found hers, as well. She cried out, raking her nails down his back as her hips bucked up into his, her pussy clamping down on his length, spasming as he drove into her, slamming up inside her until his cock hit the end of her sheath and he bathed her pussy with his warm, creamy essence.

“Come, my sweet girl. You have worn me out. We’ll grab a shower and have breakfast.”

“Seriously? You think I can walk after that marathon?”

“My poor baby. Why don’t you wait here; I’ll take a quick shower and then bring you breakfast in bed.”

“As long as I don’t have to move for the next half hour or so, I think that’s a splendid plan.”

Warrick grinned at her as he leaned down to kiss her, and she pushed a lock of his golden hair off his face. She knew she should get up and get dressed before he decided to ravish her again, but she knew if that was his intent, neither clothes nor her own desires would do much to thwart him. The man—or rather the dragon—was seriously addictive.

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