Dragonfury 01 - Fury of Fire

her hold on him and retreated, taking her mouth from his. Which drove him crazy. In that moment, all he wanted was another taste of her, to tangle his tongue with hers and slide between her thighs.
    Oh, yeah. That’s exactly what he needed. Her beneath him. Him deep inside her.
    Forgetting his promise, Bastian followed her retreat.
    She pushed him back down. “A deal’s a deal, Bastian.”
    “Fuck.”
    “Um-hmm.” Her eyes full of mischief, she rocked her exquisite ass against his abdomen, giving him a magnificent view of her pink-tipped breasts as she shifted astride him. “We’ll get to that.”
    Please, God . He wouldn’t last much longer. Not if she kept—
    His muscles flexed as she trailed her fingers down the underside of his arms. Fingers spread wide, she continued down, caressing his chest, circling the hard points of his nipples. Bastian fisted his hand in the sheets. The little vixen. She was teasing, testing his resolve…pushing him past his limits into uncharted territory.
    He never submitted. Ever. But with Myst, he allowed the domination. Forced himself to endure her exploration while she discovered where he was most sensitive, made him arch and groan…and curse. But when she shifted down his body, inner thighs brushing the outside of his, leaned in and—
    Oh…Jesus.
    Her mouth touched down on his chest, right over his heart. He undulated beneath her, egging her on, enjoying the heat of her mouth on his skin. Delight followed each caress, shoving him into pleasure so intense that he could hardly breathe. It was torture, and he loved every second. She was a female worth worshiping, and as she bathed him in heat, he spoke to her in Dragonese, praising her in the language of his kind.
    “You’re so beautiful, Bastian.”
    He whispered her name like a benediction.
    She answered with heat and, flicking him with her tongue, reached between his thighs. She found him on the first try, wrapping her hand around his erection. With a groan, he gave the f-bomb a work out and surged beneath her.
    Showing no mercy, she stroked him, each pull a rhythmic, soul-stealing draw. She paused to pay special attention to the tip of his shaft, drawing out the pleasure. His balls fisted up tight, and he growled, long and low, throbbing in her hand, fighting to hang on and…wait for her.
    But…fuuuuck. He was so close.
    Twisting beneath her, he rasped, “ Bellmia , please…let me touch you.”
    Stroking him one last time, she lifted her head. As her gaze met his, she set her mouth to his and whispered, “Green light.”
    On a snarl, he released his death grip on the sheets. His arms came around her so fast she gasped as he reversed their positions. Mid-flip, he latched onto her breast and, suckling the beaded tip, spread her beneath him. Securing her hands in one of his, he drew her arms above her head and held her prisoner.
    “Payback’s a bitch, bellmia. ”
    “Bastian…”
    Her husky murmur nourished him, and not wasting a second, he settled deep, hips between her thighs, erection against her heat. Still at her breast, he nipped her gently. With a moan, she arched, asking for more. He gave it to her, laving the sensitive peak before lifting his head to pay equal attention to its mate.
    Soft skin slid against his and need spiked, spiraling into explosive sensation. As it raged, Bastian burned for her, listened to the sexy sounds she made, reveled in the way she clung to him, loved the way she begged for his kiss. Unable to deny her, he returned to her lips, tangled their tongues, tasting her deep.
    Hmm…beautiful female. So welcoming and hot…so incredibly demanding.
    Wrapping her calf over his hip, she undulated, opened her mouth wide, giving as good as he gave her. The roll and release pushed her hips up, and…oh, yeah. He got bathed in slick and creamy heat.
    Temptation called. Bastian shifted, releasing her wrists to slide down her body.
    “Oh, yes…please,” she murmured as he pressed his mouth to the soft swell of her belly. “Bastian…yes.”
    “Where do you want me, baby?” Licking over her hip-bone, he headed south and, grasping her knee, pushed her thighs wide. And…oh, God. She was beautiful here, too. So pink and slick.
    He brushed her damp curls with his fingertip. “Here?”
    “Please.”
    “Mouth or fingers?” He kissed the inside of her thigh, giving her time to decide—because…shit. No way around it. He would have both before he finished: her taste on his tongue and his