My thoughts scattered when he shut the door, then went into the bathroom.Now what?I sat on the end of the bed and lightly touched my half-healed wounds. Those on my front were negligible. Those on the back of my neck were still open, and while healing, were still painful and raw.Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.
“What isn’t?”
I blushed when I realized I’d muttered the words under my breath. “Uh, well.” I gazed down at my clasped hands. “I thought we might, you know, have sex, or, or something.”
Magnus sat beside me, resting his hands on mine. “Not if it means causing you pain.”
He lifted my hair to take a long look at my neck. “I think we should wait.”
“No.” I found it difficult to say what I wanted to say without sounding paranoid. “We might not have, well, another chance. To be alone like this.”
“We have a very long drive to Washington, honey.”
His finger under my chin lifted my face and turned it toward him, forcing me to meet his blue gaze, his sweet smile.“You know I want to. I love you. More than anything. It would kill me if I hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt me.”
Clicking his tongue, Magnus looked away. Unclasping my hands, I put my left hand on his muscular thigh. My belly tingling returning, I caressed his leg, moving my hand higher and higher. Magnus did nothing to stop me, yet I sensed his breath coming slightly faster. I teased the bulge in his jeans, listening to his hiss through his teeth.
He took my hand, turning toward me. “Are you sure?”
“I am.”
He stood, bringing me up with him. I lifted my arms to cup his bristled cheeks while his hands swept around my back. Magnus kissed me, his tongue in my mouth, mine in his, his rising passion matching mine. I forgot my pain, my wounds. I forgot we lived under a death sentence. Only he and I existed.
Time stood still.
Magnus undressed me with gentle fingers, his mouth kissing me, his blue eyes huge, so very blue. I slipped my hands under his shirt, caressing his smooth, silken skin, roaming, exploring, seeking every curve of his heavy muscles. At last, I stood naked before him, smiling, as he looked me up and down with appreciation and love.
“My turn,” he whispered.
He undressed quickly, and gave me my first look at his erect, hard member. Long, thick, it protruded from his thatch of black hair, his big balls hanging like tempting fruit. I cupped them in awe, feeling their weight, filling my hands.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured.
“Beautiful is you.”
Magnus kissed me, his tongue slipped between my lips, taunting me, arousing me as his hands kneaded my ass. He pulled me hard against him, his cock pressed between ourbellies. “I love you, Jade,” he muttered against my mouth. “I love you so much.”
He didn’t give me much of a chance to respond. His tongue licking my tonsils prevented words from emerging. Sliding his hands down my thighs, he picked me up, still kissing me. I spread my legs, wrapped them around his hips as he carried me to his bed.
Lowering me, he stood over me, caressing my inner thighs as he simply looked at me. For a moment, my red scars crossing my chest and stomach brought a wave of embarrassment. I covered them and my breasts with shame, trying to hide the marks left by the other dragon.
“Don’t,” Magnus whispered. “They’re a reminder of your courage, your ferocity in battle. Wear them with pride, my love, my savage she-dragon. Never hide what you are.”
I slowly removed my arms. “You like seeing them?”
“They’re a part of you. I love you.”
Kneeling between my spread legs, Magnus tongued my clit. Instantly, I forgot my scars, my imperfections. Rolling along the waves of sweet sensation, I moaned in erotic pleasure. He pulled my lips apart, licking and sucking as my arousal gushed from my pussy. His fingers delved deep inside me, my soft pussy walls spreading at the invasion.
“Oh, my,” I gasped, rising halfway up only to fall flat on my back again. “Oh, my.”
My hands gripped his thick hair, keeping his mouth jammed against my clit, riding the fresh wave that threatened to engulf me. My climax came fast, my body shuddering under the rolling tide of sensation. My pussy undulated, quickening as my clit’s nerve endings sent exquisite pleasure coursing through me.
“Now that’s what I call an orgasm.”
As I panted for breath, Magnus stood, then urged me up, too. His strong yet gentle hands turned me to face the bed, thenkneel atop it. “I won’t hurt you this way,” he murmured, kissing my naked shoulder.
