Page 21 of Dragon’s Rebel

Don’t tempt me.

From nowhere, a vision sprang into her head. Her, naked, lying across Thorne’s lap with her butt in the air. Him, also naked, his hard, muscular thigh pressing up between her legs as he smacked her bare ass.

Not hard enough to hurt. Just hard enough to make her writhe against him, his hot shaft hard against her side, his thigh rubbing against her most sensitive spot. It was so vivid she could feel the sensations, feel her nipples pucker and her skin tingle, wanting him to put an end to her delicious misery by coming inside her and making her scream with ecstasy.

Whoa. Okay. She’d never really had spanking fantasies, but that was kind of hot.

Abruptly, the vision changed. Thorne’s arms around her waist, him entering her slow and deep from behind. His face buried in her hair, his lips moving slowly, sensuously up her neck.

Him moving inside her, every thrust feeling like it touched her deeper than just her body, piercing her soul, letting a burst of light in.

And then somehow she could feel his sensations—the thunder of blood in his veins, the tightness in his groin, the heat of her sheathing his cock, the slow, exquisite build, and the wild, almost uncontrollable pleasure spreading through them both.

More pleasure than she’d never experienced before. She felt the tension building inside her and he held her close in his arms, thrusting deeper, making a safe place for her to let go. They came together, in a blinding surge of joy.

Rebel opened her eyes, panting, wet and wanting. God. Where had that come from? Was it her fantasy, or his?

If the real thing was only half that hot, she wanted it.

Thorne? she ventured.

He didn’t answer. There was nothing but silence, and the beat of dragon wings.