He met my aggressive, primal-like strokes with his chaotic energy, swirling and teeth gnashing.
As I grasped the shoulders of his long-sleeve tee for purchase, I felt his fingers slipping down between us, and then he was undoing the jeweled buttons of my white blazer.
He hastily shoved it down my shoulders and I snatched it to toss it behind me somewhere on the floor.
Then he had me moaning into his mouth as he ran his fingers all over my stomach, bare in my strapless crop top, up to my shoulders, across my collarbone, then dipping down to cup my large breasts.
He broke the kiss, then his mouth was on my throat, licking the path along my collarbone that his fingers had traveled moments ago.
“Son of a bitch,” I cried out, arching my back as the sensations took me over.
I clawed at his tee, and a sexy chuckle escaped him at my clear desperation to rip it off him. He was lucky I didn’t actually rip it to shreds with my dragon talons.
He pulled it over his head and hauled it across my suite, baring a whole lot of chiseled muscle. I licked my lips. Yeah, I had absolutely no stealth or subtlety whatsoever when it came to this sort of thing.
He winked at me, seeming to get a kick out of it.
He curled his fingers in the waistband of my gray jeans. “You want me to taste you, get these off.”
I arched an eyebrow. “I thought—”
“You really thought I’d have you suck me off and not reciprocate? I mean, unless you don’t like being tasted?”
“No, I do… I mean, I have that one time that…”
“Ah, I see. One time. That being with Winter, not that shithead, Keuric? Sounds like Win. He’s definitely an enthusiastic giver. And I’m betting compared to Keuric you figured he was a special case, that it’s not always like that. Don’t get me wrong, Win is special when it comes to how he does things and treats people. But let me make it clear for you… the way Keuric operated isn’t the standard, gorgeous. Nor should it be. In fact, it’s a red flag. Don’t ever let any man treat you so fucking selfishly again. You curse them out and walk away. Do you hear me?”
I chuckled. “Curse them out, huh?”
“Without a fucking doubt.”
I beamed out at him.
And then I placed my feet down either side of his hips and rose right there standing on the bed.
Emboldened by his words, the care and adoration he was lavishing upon me in spades, but also that crashing against his brashness and hedonism, served to take it to another level. It kind of washed over me, infused me, and seemed to… unlock something inside me.
Reverence and anticipation flamed back at me as I drew down my jeans, maybe making a little show out of it with the inching down of them and the wiggling. I was a dragon; I could pull them off in one shot if I wanted to.
As I kicked them off my ankles, he ran his hands up my calves, back and forth.
“White lace panties? Are you trying to kill me, icicle?”he groaned, his gaze focused on them.
“Why? What’s wrong with them?”
“It’s the direct opposite. What isn’t right with them? Lace… it gets me.”
I sent a spark of my magic at his pants, and it had them and his very bold pink and black boxer briefs off him and in a pile on the floor in a second.
And then I dove on him, intending to sink back into that head-spinning kiss.
But he caught my hips, then spun me around on top of him.
I jolted as he ripped my panties from my body, a growl escaping me, because the act was just so… deliciously animalistic.
I cried out in the next second as he grasped my hips and angled me to him, a moment before he spread me open, then licked the length of me, dragging his tongue through my folds.
I slapped my hands to his thighs to steady myself as he just dove in without any preamble and instantly started driving me fucking crazy.
