“If anything happens to you,” he growled, his eyes flashing open. “I will find the dragon pantheon and kill every one of those asshole deities who dared to decree this fucking fate on me.”
She wanted to smile at his ferocity, but didn’t, not when his fear beat like another heartbeat within her.
With a harsh inhale, he licked the claim mark on her neck, and her desire surged hotter.
“Once I bite you—” His gaze trapped hers. “I can’t remove my fangs. No matter the agony, I’ll be locked until the venom runs free.”
She nodded, resolute. “It’s just pain. For us, I can bear it.”
“By the dark gods—” His mouth came down on hers.
This time, there was nothing held back, as if he let every brick in his wall fall. The kiss was pure, heated hunger, and she craved it. His tongue swept inside, tasting, claiming. Then he deepened the kiss, sucking her tongue into his mouth. She moaned, dragging her blunt nails down his back.
“You taste like lightning,” he rasped against her mouth. He cupped her breasts in his hands, his thumbs brushing her nipples. “Every inch of you calls to me.”
She arched into his touch. “And I just want to crawl into you and stay there.”
He chuckled, then groaned as she grasped his massive erection and stroked him. “Ash, stop. My seed is heat, and you won’t fare well.”
“Right. Venom, first.”
“Indeed…” His mouth traced down her neck, lingering over his mark. “Let me show you how a dragon worships his mate.”
As his teeth grazed the sensitive spot, her knees nearly buckled, and she grabbed onto his biceps and moaned, “Race…”
He gently squeezed her breasts, and she shuddered. Then he grasped one nipple with his mouth and suckled, each pull sending a flood of liquid heat through her veins, amping her desire.
He slid his hand down her stomach to stroke her mound before sliding his fingers through her slit. Her body coiled tighter.
“You’re already so wet.” His voice roughened. “But I need you desperate. Need you mad with it.”
God, any more desperate and she’d erupt and burn?—
“Oh!” She arched as his fingers found her clit, teasing and stroking.
His mouth returned to hers again while his fingers played her core like a maestro.
“Race,” she managed between gasps. “Please.”
“Soon, heart-fire.” He shifted, and his mouth trailed lower, imprinting hot kisses down her stomach. “But first I want—need—to taste you again.”
Ash couldn’t stop trembling as he knelt in front of her. His gaze on hers, he stroked her leg and slid it over his shoulder. The first swipe of his tongue along her core, and she shuddered. Another flicker over her swollen flesh, and she fisted his wet hair, pleasure sweeping through her like wildfire. Her abilities swelled and crackled as water cascaded over them.
“That’s it,” he rasped against her sensitive flesh, the sound spiking her nearer to orgasm, prickles sweeping through her. “Let me feel your power.”
Static sizzled around them, mingling with the steam as he drove her higher with licks and sucks. Then eased a finger into her, then another.
Christ, her precarious control slipped as lightning danced over her skin while he thrust in and out with his fingers and lapped at her clit, driving her to the edge and keeping her there.
She whimpered, pressing into his mouth, needing that push. “Race,please?—”
“Come, my little tempest. Show me your storm.” His mouth grasped her aching clit. He suckled her flesh, then tugged with his lips?—
“Dear God!” she cried out, her orgasm exploding, her lightning flickering and crackling through the bathroom.
“Just Race, but god would do,” he rumbled against her flesh.
She huffed, her body trembling, his hands on her stomach keeping her upright. Then he licked her core again?—
