Fury of Fire (Dragonfury Series #1)

her.
    Bastian groaned as she tilted her head and deepened the kiss. The caress was slow, thorough, more exploratory than true conquest. So far. But it was only a matter of time. She would own him body and soul after this. Maybe she already did. He’d lost the battle the first time he’d laid eyes on her. In that crappy little house in the middle of nowhere.
    Ironic, wasn’t it?
    For all his physical strength, he was the weakest of their pairing. The most needy, the one begging without words to be taken…used hard and loved long. He wanted to be mastered—at the mercy of his female while she demanded everything from him. Hmm, he already craved the chains. Had opened his mouth wider, becoming slave to her conqueror when she flicked her tongue over his bottom lip, gifting him with a little taste and truckload of tease.
    “You like that?” She nipped him with the sharp edge of her teeth.
    Bastian’s muscles fisted up hard, curling his hips off the mattress. “More.”
    “How much more?”
    “Anything…all you want.”
    “Just the answer I was looking for.” Smiling against his mouth, she cupped the back of his arm. With a gentle tug, she slid his elbow from beneath him. “Lie back for me.”
    The instant his shoulder blades touched down, rustling on cotton, she delved deep, invading his mouth, rewarding him with her sweetness and…oh, man. She tasted decadent—like a summer storm, clean, driving rain and heat lightning—but it wasn’t enough. He needed her scent all over him, and his on her. Possession wasn’t good enough. Only domination would do…hers over him, his over her. He didn’t care as long as he ended up buried to the hilt inside her.
    In the next thirty seconds.
    With a groan, he tunneled his hands through her hair. Cupping the back of her head, he drank deep, eating at her mouth. Small hands pressed to his shoulders, she shifted, throwing one leg over to straddle him. His shaft kicked as she settled: knees on either side of his hips, the tips of her high, tight breasts brushing his chest, her tongue deep in his mouth.
    Spreading her thighs wider, she rocked against him. Her slick heat bathed his skin, arched his spine, pushed his hips up. Bliss bit deep then whiplashed, nailing him like a body shot to the chest. Fighting for control, his hands flexed in her hair. She rolled her hips again.
    Jesus. He wasn’t going to make it. Was losing control. She was too hot. So ready he felt her slide, wet and creamy, against his abdomen.
    “Myst…baby.” His erection pulsed. He arched, an instant away from orgasm. “I’m going to come. I can’t…Jesus…I’m going to…oh, fuck.”
    “Shh…settle down.”
    He drew a desperate breath, throbbing hard, on the verge and then—
    A miracle happened.
    His body calmed, obeying his female without question.
    Bastian shuddered. Holy shit. How had she done that…with nothing more than a whispered command? A moment ago, he’d been a nanosecond from losing it. Now? The urgency no longer ruled him. His fire was banked but burning…leaving him hard and ready, but in control again.
    Awed by her, Bastian whispered her name.
    She murmured back, praising him, and drew his hands out of her hair. His fingers twitched, and he growled as he lost contact with the silken waves. Using the pads of her thumbs, she stroked the insides of his wrists and pressed his arms above his head. “Keep them there. You don’t touch me until I tell you to…got it?”
    No way. Unfair. He shook his head. “I need—”
    “Got it?” She laced their fingers together. Brushing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, she pressed the backs of his hands into the mattress.
    “You’re killing me.”
    She smiled. “Give a little to get a lot. My way first…yours second.”
    Second? Forget that. Try third…maybe even fourth. Making love to her twice would never be enough. He nipped her bottom lip, protesting the conditions. But…if she wanted her way first, so be it. He’d get what he needed before he let her go.
    “Deal?”
    “Devil’s bargain.” He rolled his hips against her bottom. She gasped and tipped her head back, riding the undulation. “I’ll make you pay for it later, bellmia. ”
    “Promises, promises.”
    With a satisfied hum, she released 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