Dragonfury 02 - Fury of Ice

nodded.
    “Yes or no, angel?”
    Angela whispered another “Yes.”
    “Fair warning then, love.” With slow deliberation, he reached out. His fingers slid across her skin, stroking her lightly before he cupped her cheek.
    She turned in to the caress, reveling in his scent, the softness of his touch, the pure pleasure of connection. Tilting her chin up, he leaned in, making her heart pound and her lips part. Oh, man, she needed the taste of him on her tongue and in her mouth, the satisfaction of having him deep inside her. The warmth of his breath touched her first, his mouth second. She hummed, invited him in. He kept it light. A gentle nip. Another kiss. A featherlight caress on her skin.
    He lingered, drawing her deep, prolonging the pleasure, delivering his taste in easy sips instead of long swallows. When she moaned, he drew away, holding her prisoner with his gaze. “If I make love to you now…give you the release you crave…I won’t let you go. Not in five minutes. Not in five years. Not ever, Angela.”
    Thank you, God. Just what she needed to hear. He’d claimed her…word before deed. Honorable, in the way of the warrior. In a way she could accept and respect.
    Tipping her chin up, she asked for another kiss, watching him beneath her lashes. He gave it to her, flicking the corner of her mouth with his tongue. Angela hummed, enjoying the gentle play as she slid her hands up his arms and around his neck. The tips of her breasts brushed his chest. Her breath caught, sensation spiraling in a bliss-filled wave.
    She kissed him again, softly, sweetly—in warning. “I won’t ask you to let me go, but it works both ways, Rikar. If I accept you, you’re mine. No going back. No other women. Just me.”
    “An easy enough bargain to make, love.” With a groan, he parted her lips and delved deep, tangling their tongues, making her moan as his arms came around her. His hands roamed, exploring her back, pulling her into the curve of his body. God. He felt so good…tasted even better, like dark pleasure and erotic spice, urgent need and blistering desire. Exactly as a man should. Growling low in his throat, he caressed her bottom, nipped her once, then lifted his head. “There has never been, nor will there ever be another female for me. I knew it the moment I met you.”
    Angela drew in a quick breath. Her heart dipped, cracking wide open as he slipped inside and found a home. Oh, what a man: supportive, passionate…unafraid in the face of commitment.
    Okay, so it wasn’t candy-coated. Or sugary the way I love you…stay with me forever would’ve been, but it was close. So almost there Angela’s throat went tight. And as her fingers played in his hair, she kissed the corner of his mouth and whispered his name.
    Close was close , after all. And yeah, it would do.
    For now.

     
    As Angela settled in his arms, Rikar’s heart went jackrabbit, thumping hard against his breastbone. She whispered his name, making him ache with need as she deepened the kiss. Mmm, mmm good. She was unbelievable. Delicious. Lush. Rich. And so fucking hot he didn’t know what to do first. Lay her out and love her hard. Or get down on his knees, spread her legs, and taste her deep.
    Christ, yeah. That was his first choice.
    He wanted at the red curls between her thighs. Needed her cream on his tongue. Deep in his mouth. Down the back of his throat. He wanted to feel her come while he licked into her slick folds. The image alone held the power to slay him. And as his erection thumped behind his button fly, he groaned, splayed his hands against her back, reveling in the smoothness of her skin, the beauty of her scent, the unbelievable taste of her mouth. He stroked deeper with his tongue. Hummed as she opened wider, inviting his possession.
    Shit. Possession . Not even close. Possessed was more like it.
    Beautiful female…his mate, his match in every way.
    He was bewitched. Completely ruined by her willing abandon. The absolute trust she placed in him. She was so soft. So needy. Spectacular in her passion and the way she accepted him. A dream come true?
    No kidding.
    He’d dreamed of her, just…like…this. Had spent an inordinate amount of time imagining her in every sexual position known to Dragonkind. Christ. Forget the Kama Sutra . That shit had nothing on him. And yet, no amount of imagining had prepared him. Nothing approached the reality of having her in his arms.
    One hand buried in her hair, Rikar slid the other down,