“Damn it, Arden.” His throat works as he struggles to swallow. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re hurting me right now by refusing me.”
He groans softly and mutters something unintelligible, his voice an anguished plea. “I promised I wouldn’t touch you and I’ve already broken that. I promised I would never harm anyone smaller, weaker...an innocent like you. I can’t break that promise, too.”
“I am not small. I am not weak.” Leaning down, I bite his mouth, my teeth sinking into his bottom lip, wishing it were him sinking into me. “And I’m not so innocent.” At least I don’t want to be. I don’tfeelinnocent right now in all the wanton ways that I want him. “Fuck me, Tage. Please.”
His body jerks, my words bolting through him. His hands flex on me, and I feel his heart, a beating pulse through his palms.
He goes rigid against me, tension humming from him, his restraint vibrating, a wire pulled taut, dangerously close to snapping. I know this. I sense that wildness in him, that ferocity, and I want it to erupt and flow over me.
His gaze rakes me, a hot blade scouring my face, down my chest, lingering on my less-than-impressive breasts before sweeping over my belly and the mound between my thighs.
Then I’m on my back. “Just remember. You asked for this.”
I don’t know if he’s saying those words to me or himself.
He flings them at me like a curse and a benediction as he comes over me, his body a large shadow in the gloom of his den.
I expect to feel him pushing inside me right away, but no.
“What are you doing?” I squeak as his head dives between my trembling thighs.
“Oh, I’m going to give you what you want, but first I’m going to make sure you’re good and ready for me.”
I yelp and grab a fistful of his hair at the first velvet swipe of his tongue. The single stroke whips me into a frenzy, and I buck against his mouth, my head dropping back on my neck as I release a keening cry.
He responds by increasing the pressure of his lips and tongue, devouring me...sucking the little nub at the top of my sex, drawing it into the warmth of his mouth and lashing it with his clever tongue until stars burst in my eyes and spasms run through me as I come undone—and not in any quiet, controlled way. Screaming, I press myself against his face, greedy and desperate, pumping against that sucking mouth of his.
I’m flying again in his arms, airborne. Only this time we’re on the ground, in his den, in his bed of fur.
He lifts his head, his breath fanning my sex as he rasps, “You taste so good.” His hand returns, a finger easing deep inside my passage, sending me arching, my hips pushing up to meet the invasion. He adds a second finger, plunging with curling strokes, the wet, pumping smacks of his hand fucking me filling the air around us, mingling with my desperate cries and his heavy breathing.
His fingertips unerringly locate a hidden patch of nerves. He rubs the spot over and over with a skill that shatters me, leaves me crying out in shrill sobs. Hot tears stream steadily from the corners of my eyes as I break apart into a thousand pieces before falling back to the ground. Gasping for breath. Limp. Boneless.
“How...” I pant. “What?” I roll my head side to side, beyond words. It’s incomprehensible. That just went far beyond anything I had ever witnessed from any of the lovers I spied upon over the years. I’d never seen a woman react as I just did...scream with pleasure, weep from the shock and impact. And we had not even fully mated yet. We were just dancing and playing around the act.
I never knew such a thing could happen.
Never realized such a wondrous place exists inside me that could unravel me, but he knew—knows.
Maybe that’shismagic. His dragon. His special gift...to know how to light my fire.
Suddenly those glorious, magic fingers are gone, and I’m on the verge of crying out for more, begging him. This entire encounter is a lesson in humility. He’s reduced me to this...an aching, shattered mess starving for his touch and not above groveling for a taste of more.
Then there is another fullness replacing his fingers, pushing inside me, larger, hotter, throbbing. More intense. More everything. An immense pressure filling the gnawing hollowness.
“Oh!” My gaze locks on his, already watching me intently, owning me inch by inch, possessing me in a way that gives me only a flicker of misgiving...makes me wonder if I will come to regret this later.
Because nothing about this will be simple. Sex with him will never be that.
It will change me forever.
In a final surge, he drives all the way in, lodging himself deeply, completely.
“Oh...oh! You’re...you’re...”Inside me.
I breathe in, out. In. Out. Acclimating to the delicious sensationof him throbbing, pulsing within me. My fingers clench, nails digging, leaving marks on his back, his arms, his chest. This delights me, thrills me in a dark and perverse way—that later he will see that I marked him and remember the when and how andwhoof it.Me.
