Page 49 of Red Dragon’s Flame

Mikah’s breath was quickening, and with a strangled moan he picked her up and tossed her on the holo-bed, sinking to his knees on the mattress and crawling up next to her. His loincloth was completely gone, and she was able to see his whole body, wearing nothing but his game disk and the gold pendant that was always around his neck.

He was stunning. Like a statue of the perfect man—every muscle defined, shaft breathtakingly erect. The heat in his eyes was for her alone, desire naked on his face.

He leaned over and kissed her belly, then began slowly peeling the leather pants off her legs. Too slowly—especially because she knew he could make them disappear with a thought.

He was taking his time on purpose, to make her crazier. Bit by bit, with kisses and bites on her exposed skin, he got them off, leaving her breathless with desire. Then he ran his hands up her legs, pushing them apart, and kissed his way across her inner thigh, straight to her core, and tongue kissed her clit.

Devon felt her body jerk in surprised pleasure, and rolled her hips without even meaning too. Mikah lapped at her core, swirling his tongue, teasing and torturing and pleasuring her all at once.

Devon lost whatever inhibitions she had left. She couldn’t do anything but ride the wave of ecstasy he was creating in her. Fire rushed through her, and flames ran up the sides of her body, increasing her pleasure.

Mikah lifted his head and trickled fire from his fingers between her thighs, making her moan, then kissed it away again. Then his fingers were inside her, his mouth on her clit, and she clutched at him, not wanting him to ever, ever stop, she would die if he stopped.

But he did. She was just on the edge of… something… something she needed absolutely desperately, and he wouldn’t let her have it.

Instead he kissed her belly, then each breast, then the hollow of her collarbone, and then her lips. She tasted herself on him, which made everything hotter.

He slid on top of her, skin to skin, one hand at the side of her face, one holding his shaft. Then he guided himself into her.

The feeling of Mikah inside her was a whole other level of incredible. He slid deeper, deeper, caressing her most sensitive parts, then pulled mostly out and immediately pressed in deeper.

Something seemed to explode inside her chest, like sunfire. Mikah stroked slowly at first, making her grab at his beautiful ass to make him go faster, deeper, to do it again and again.

Gradually he did, until every stroke hit her clit in exquisite pleasure, every thrust felt like it was touching her soul.

The growl in his chest was a constant now, and he kissed her lips, her cheeks, then covered her neck in tiny love-bites that made the pleasure of their joining even more intense.

“You’re so incredible,” he murmured. “Your eyes. Your fire. How you always make me feel better when I’ve had a bad day. How you make me want you so much it hurts.”

She wanted him worse—needed him. The wave was rising again, taking her toward that elusive something, until the feeling of him stroking her over and over was almost too much, she wanted it to stop and she never wanted it to stop…

And then the wave crested and broke. Sensation rolled through her whole body, and she opened her legs to pull Mikah closer still, all the way inside her. Wave after wave shook her, her body throbbing and clenching around him. She cried out with the intensity of it, exhilarating and eternal.

Mikah’s head was buried in the side of her neck, his dragon growling as he pounded into her, no longer completely under control. She felt his body tense and a strangled moan jerked out of him, and then he gave one last thrust and she felt him throbbing inside her, head thrown back.

Fire burst out of her, outlining their bodies, and the bed didn’t burn only because it was magic. Mikah held her tight against him, breathing hard, shaking with the intensity of his orgasm.

Devon could swear she saw stars.

It took a long time for them to come down—they just held each other, flames tickling their skin until they faded away.

After a long time, Devon managed one word. “Wow.”

She felt Mikah smile against her neck. “I told you. Infinitely better than kissing.”

“No contest.” She thought for a while, and then added, “I hope that doesn’t mean you’re not going to bother kissing me anymore.”

“It does not. I love kissing you.” He proved it, with long, languorous, delicious kisses.

She stroked his back, his butt, reveling in the feel of his skin. After another long silence she said, “I hear there are lots of different positions we can do that in.”

Another smile. “That is absolutely true.” He kissed her cheekbone, and then her neck. “We can try them all, if you want.”

“I can’t wait.” She pulled his head down and gave him a long kiss. Stroking his hair back from his face, she said, “You make me feel better when I’m having a bad day, too.”

She loved the way he smiled.

He began getting hard again, and this time he rolled over on his back and pulled her on top of him when they made love, holding her hips and watching her face as he thrust upward into her, stroking her clit with his thumb so that she came twice before he did.