Page 44 of Dragon’s Rogue

She knew what it was like to feel lonely, and terrified, and helpless. And to keep fighting anyway.

Zane pulled her to him, so that he was kneeling and she was sitting on the couch, straddling his hips. He slid his hands under the hem of her t-shirt, raising it slightly, his eyes meeting hers, asking the question. She raised her hands to let him take it off her. His face relaxed into a smile, and he pulled it up and tossed it aside, the smile deepening when her hair cascaded down her back.

“I’ve always loved your hair,” he murmured into her ear, holding her against him and twining his fingers through it. “It’s even more beautiful than I dreamed.”

It was so strange, that he had memories she didn’t have. But somehow it made her trust him. It was as if her body remembered his touch, even if her mind didn’t.

His lips touched her collarbone, the hollow of her neck, the sensitive place under her ear. Then they found hers, and she opened to him, loving the way he tasted, the way he felt, the way his scent filled her until she wanted to crawl inside his skin.

He unhooked her bra and tossed that aside, giving a low growl of pleasure when her breasts fell free. He cupped them in his warm hands, kissing first one and then the other, over and over, like he couldn’t get enough. Her nipples were hard and sensitive, and heat pooled between her legs.

Somehow his shirt had disappeared without her touching it, and his chest was warm under her hands. He made tiny sexy pleasure noises when she ran her hands over his muscular shoulders, dropped one to his washboard abs.

He had narrowed his focus to one breast, licking and sucking, pulling gently on her nipple with his teeth as he palmed the other, skimming over the sensitive skin, teasing it gently.

Blaze arched back to let him play with her breasts. Zane snaked one arm around her and pulled her hips closer, her stomach against his taut abs, his hot, hard shaft straining through his jeans, tight against her core.

Oh, god. Blaze moaned, lost in the feel of him. His mouth still sucked at her nipple, stroking it with his tongue, rolling his hips in rhythm. She spread her legs further and rocked against him, gasping when his thick cock hit her in the perfect spot.

One of his hands had slid down the back of her jeans, inside her panties to her bare ass. He pulled her closer with a growl, capturing her lips again and rolling his hips, hitting her sweet spot over and over again.

Blaze felt like she’d caught fire. “I want to touch you,” she murmured, reaching for the front of his jeans. “I want you to touch me.”

A grin curved his lips, and his pants were just suddenly… gone.

Holy fuck. Best. Magic. Ever.

“Mine too,” she panted.

Her jeans and underwear melted away, and then his fingers were between her legs, stroking and teasing. Blaze couldn’t remember ever being so wet, so wanting.

His skin was like a heat lamp, stoking her inner flames. She leaned back, trusting him to support her, forgetting everything but the intense pleasure of his touch.

His finger circled her clit, light and teasing, before he moved down to her entrance and slid his fingers inside, then went back to her tease clit again. Blaze’s searching hand found Zane’s cock and wrapped around it, stroking, matching his rhythm, sliding her thumb over the head on each stroke, slick with his own wetness.

Zane groaned out loud.

“You are so beautiful,” he said. He kissed her lips, letting his teeth scrape over her lower lip before letting it go. “Look how beautiful you are.”

He pulled back to watch the two of them stroking each other, her thighs spread open to him, her head thrown back as her fingers dug into his shoulders. Every nerve was throbbing, coiling tight with tension, wanting, needing.

Blaze felt the wave of sensation building, hot and wild, and she felt like she would burst into flames and rise from the ashes like a phoenix, completely different than she’d been before. There was no stopping, no going back, nothing but sheer desire and the need to cradle him inside her, to take on part of his loneliness and burden and sadness.

“Now,” she whispered.

He moved his hands to her hips and slid inside her. He was huge, so hard, and yet he fit inside her as if they’d been made for each other. Blaze wrapped her legs around him, and he pulled back and thrust into her. Again and again, hitting her sweet spots perfectly, each thrust strong and pure and piling flame upon flame, light upon light, until Blaze felt like she was glowing.

Surrounding her, she heard a faint humming, like a harmonic chord. Something shifted inside her, matching the sound, creating a harmony that vibrated through her, through Zane, through everything in the room.

It built and built, until the sound shattered her like crystal, cracking open her soul and letting the light and sound pour in.

Blaze exploded like a supernova, light flaring out in all directions. Zane still filled her, still moving, faster and faster, climaxes rolling through her, taking her ever higher until all she could do was hold on let them take her away on a sea of bliss, never wanting to come back.

She felt Zane shudder and heard him cry out, and with one final thrust he gathered her to him and held her close, his head buried in the crook of her neck as he shuddered with release.

Blaze sat there, shattered, with nothing else she could do but hold on tight to Zane. He wrapped her in his arms, stroking her hair with one hand, cradling her gently with the other as if she were the most precious treasure in the room.

Afterwards Zane held Blaze to him, the dream love who he had given up believing he would ever find. Who he’d been afraid to find, because he wanted her far away from any Draken Lords.