Page 67 of Dragon’s Rebel

Oh, fuck. This was going to be epic.

He added in her ear, “Any time you say dragonfire, I stop.” He nibbled on her ear. “Of course, there’s always the chance I might stop for the night. So be sure you mean it.”

In response, Rebel rubbed up against him, feeling his hot, hard shaft practically busting out of his jeans. He wanted her bad.

“I can take it.”

He just smiled.

He ran his hands over her stomach, lightly enough to almost tickle, enough to make her belly clench with wanting. He ran his fingertips along the edge of her tied-up shirt, over her abs, just barely beneath the waistband of her jeans. “Gorgeous,” he murmured.

Excruciatingly slowly, he undid the knot in her shirt, and then unbuttoned it one slow button at a time, pausing to kiss each inch of skin revealed. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and his intake of breath when his mouth reached her bare breast was worth him making her wait.

He knelt in front of her, so tall his mouth was on a level with her breasts. He sucked on them greedily, first one and then the other, then licked her hardened nipples until they were so sensitive she wanted to scream.

She pulled against the restraints, wanting to grab his head, run her fingers through his hair, rip his clothes off and ravish his body.

His response was to slow down, teasing her with soft kisses, tantalizing licks, tiny bites. His fingers moved between her legs, lightly stroking her core. She moaned, lifting her hips to try to press harder against him.

He stopped. He was evil. An evil dragon.

“Do you want me to take your pants off?” he murmured.

“Yes.”

He made a light circle right over her clit, on the outside of her jeans. “Say please.”

“Fuck you.”

He laughed. “You’re sexy when you’re defiant. But captive princesses aren’t allowed to be defiant.”

He ran his fingers down between her legs again, still on top of her jeans. Rebel’s body writhed. He pulled his hand away.

“That’s all you get until you ask me nicely to take your pants off.”

She caved immediately. “Please, evil dragon,” she said. “Take my pants off.”

“As you wish.” He unzipped them and pulled them down around her thighs, so she could only get her legs a couple of inches apart.

He wrapped his hands around her butt, molding and caressing the flesh, and then ran his tongue from her navel down to her shaved pussy. He pressed his tongue in her slit, just barely stroking her clit.

Rebel seriously thought she was going to die.

He licked her slowly. She strained to open her legs to him, but the jeans kept her constrained, his tongue moving between her slick folds.

Rebel was panting, able to think of nothing but wanting more. Barely able to make words, she forced out, “I thought… evil dragons… brought princesses back to their lairs… to eat them.”

She felt him smile.

“They do.”

The next second her pants were gone, and Thorne had one of her legs over his shoulder, his mouth hot against her core, kissing her deeply there. Rebel lost track of everything—time, place, the words and moans that were coming out of her mouth, begging for more.

The sensation built until it was too much—she couldn’t handle it anymore. Her orgasm crashed around her until she was shaking with need and sweet release.

Something felt like it cracked open inside her chest, warmth filling her. All around her, the gold ornaments in Thorne’s room started to hum.

The music felt like it was inside her, every nerve ending vibrating in harmony with the song, fueling the intensity of the sensation. Unbelievably, another climax began building, roaring down on her.

Then Thorne rose to his feet and lifted her up. He was naked, his hot skin pressing on hers and setting her on fire. He still cupped her ass, his huge cock sliding against her pussy, teasing her entrance.

She heard herself make an inarticulate sound of need.

Slowly, he pressed into her, and she shuddered. Her arms were still bound, but she wrapped her legs around his waist as he began to move inside her.

Oh, god, this. This was what she’d been craving, wanting all her life without knowing it. “Thorne,” she moaned, and her voice was in harmony with the song of the gold.

He thrust into her, faster and harder. She opened her eyes and saw him looking into her face, eyes burning with desire and need.

Then the restraints were gone and he pulled her against him, still thrusting hard into her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling the rising tide of emotion she’d felt in her vision, high in the sky. That sense of total safety and wild freedom. And joy.

The song of the gold flung her into another orgasm, deeper and more intense, a perfect moment of harmony. She felt Thorne’s body shudder, and he braced her against the wall as he gave one final thrust, groaning out her name.