Page 51 of Rescued By The Dragon

It fed his desire like the predator I knew him to be.

Amara clutched the patio furniture below her, her legs clutched tightly, her eyes intent on my every move.

The shiver running through her seemed like it was from the wind, but it shortly turned into a nervous shutter. One that I planned to put to rest. Amara had no reason to be nervous or scared. I’d do anything to protect my mate and make her feel good.

Amara crawled away from me, heading toward the back of the sectional. Reaching forward, I grabbed her ankle and yanked her toward me, her hair haloed around her and she gasped.

“Are you afraid I’ll eat you alive, Little Mouse?”

Her gaze traveled over my mouth, and slowly up to my eyes. “Maybe.”

“My dragon is hungry but not for flesh. We don’t have to do any of this,” I whispered, fighting the reality of that sentence.

Her hands moved swiftly to my biceps, and she wrapped her palms around them, holding me still. “I want it. I’m just more nervous than I’ve ever been in my entire life.”

I nodded slowly, feeling my dragon begging to taste his mate. To feel her. I saw a predatory glare in the reflection of Amara’s eyes. “We’ll go slowly,” I whispered, leaning down to kiss her.

She opened for me willingly, sliding her arms around my neck, her small body quivered under me. The distant sound and smell of rain fell over us, and my wings fluttered open in preparation.

Amara’s kiss was hesitant, making my dragon want more than what she gave. Irritation fluttered through him, and even though I understood her innocence, he was more demanding than me.

Amara gasped when I grabbed her waist, rolled over, and sat her on my hips. Her breathing was deep, her eyes wide in shock. “We’re going to go as slow as you need us to, Little Mouse.”

She licked her lips, placed her hands on my chest, and leaned back down to my mouth. I snaked my fingers into her hair and tightened it into my grip, rolling my hips into her parted thighs, eating and swallowing the moan that left her.

Amara whimpered at the pace of my hips and pressed down, bringing every part of me to life.

“That a girl,” I whispered, cupping the curve of her ass with my free hand. I pushed her down harder, making her cry out.

The pressure and rhythm would kill me slowly.

“Does it feel good?” I whispered into her kiss. She nodded, her fingers eagerly grabbing the hem of my t-shirt and tugging it upward.

With a solid yank, I ripped it and tossed it down. Amara took me in from neck to the zipper on my pants that was begrudgingly holding in my erection.

Her mouth opened into an O and her fingers trailed the ridges in my stomach, stopping an inch from my pants. Glancing up at me through hooded eyes, she grabbed the edge of her t-shirt and stripped it over her head.

Her perky breasts were pale, and the softest of pink nipples peeked in the cool breeze. “Amara,” I whispered.

My dragon pressed against me, shoving my conscience out of the way and rolling her to her back.

I had no time to say I was sorry for the brutness, because I sucked her nipple into my mouth, my fingers finding their way down into her panties, spreading her wide with my fingers.

Amara’s back arched, and her fingers tangled into my hair.

The urge to mark her surfaced. My dragon pleaded and fought to do it.

I pressed inside of her sweetness. Over and over. Making her cry out and dig her fingertips into my skin. She began to wither against my fingers and tug at my hair.

I rolled her nipple around with my tongue. My dragon could sense her orgasm, the building in her stomach grew stronger and stronger until she cried out, and I felt the rush all over my fingers.

Amara glared at me through hooded eyes, a soft smile on her lips as I hiked one leg over my shoulder and slid my tongue from front to back.

My name fell from her lips.

Once my dragon was satisfied with her taste, I crawled back up, and kissed her neck, reaching down to slide my jeans off my hips, and settled between her thighs.

The warmth from the fire pit subsided as the wind knocked it out, but her body temperature was so warm that she didn’t seem to notice.

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