Page 41 of Eliza's Cursed Dragon

I had never given my dance lessons much effort and regretted that now. But how had I been supposed to know that one day I would run into the most amazing woman in the world who could hold her own at any dance competition?

We danced as if we were the only people in the world. It was just her and me. Drawing apart and pulling back together. Holding hands and letting go, only to reunite chest to chest.

My breathing turned harder, but not from the exertion. A sexual tension hung in the air that intensified with every beat of the drum in the increasing tempo of our tango.

I pulled her against me with one arm and our foreheads met for a few seconds. I watched her chest rise and fall, arousing my cock.

Her hair was coming loose from the clip which she usually wore to hold her long tresses together, and the strands whipped around me as she spun out of my embrace. I stopped my hand from making a grab for it, even though instinct wanted me to.

She wore tight-fitting jeans, but in my mind’s eye I imagined flowing skirts swirling around her long legs. Candles burned in that vision, with their flames reflecting in her pupils.

The next time I pulled her against my chest, I felt the wild beating of her heart, felt the tremble go through her at our closeness, and couldn’t resist pressing my lips against her.

Still moving in rhythm to the music, she slung her arms around my neck, her hips undulating against my hard erection. Her upper torso leaned back, supported by my arm around her waist, and I dipped my head closer to brush my lips over the flesh exposed from her blouse.

She rose back up and twirled out of my arm, the dance suddenly turning into something else. The sexual tension grew thicker by the second as I stalked her to the beat of the music.

I watched her breathlessly come back to me, only to move behind me, with her arms snaking around my chest. The pressure of her rapidly rising and falling breasts against my back aroused me even more.

Her fingers moved underneath my shirt, flittered over my muscles, and when I couldn’t take it anymore, I pulled her around.

Her right leg came up—high—leaning against my shoulder, and I groaned, grabbing her ass and pulling her up and against me.

Her left leg slid across the floor, as I moved in step to the music, bringing her against one of the mirrors.

Eyes glued to me, she moved her hips provocatively against my loins. With a deep, guttural groan precum leaked from my cock. I was ready for her and I prayed she was for me as well.

Her hands moved to the button and zipper of her pants, her hips gyrated to have them fall to the floor. With a low growl , I lifted her off her feet.

Holding her up by her ass with one hand, my other slid her panties to the side, finding her already hot and wet.

“My love,” I rasped against her throat as her hands opened my pants.

Impatiently, I moved my hips to have them fall to the ground as well. She repositioned her leg up against my shoulder and slung it against my hip instead, pulling me in closer.

She guided my cock inside her with a loud hiss of pleasure as I entered her.

We fucked fast and furious, both panting for breath.

I anchored both of her legs around me to drive into her deeper, her fingers dug into my hair, directed my face to hers and we kissed just as hard and hot as our bodies were slamming into one another.

The urge to come escalated, my balls constricted and it took all my willpower to wait for her to come first. At the first spasm of her walls around my cock I couldn’t hold it any longer. With a loud groan my seed pushed up into her womb. In response, she moaned against me, biting into my lip as she pushed me deeper into her while her walls milked me so mercilessly, I stumbled and had to plant one hand against the mirror to keep us steady.

Colors exploded in front of my eyes as pure bliss ravaged my body.

Eliza

The day of the wedding was a Sunday and it honored its name. Not one cloud marred the beautiful blue sky above us.

Our guests began arriving on Friday. I was thrilled to meet Edward’s friends of whom he had told me many stories that had me laughing so hard I had to hold my sides.

His family arrived as well, with his dad on Saturday and his mom Sunday morning, a mere hour before the wedding was scheduled. Edward had warned me about it. His mom and dad couldn’t bear to be in the same room for more than a few hours and even that was pushing it.

Many times Edward had bemoaned the fact that the only people I had invited were the Pinkertons, he had no idea that my brothers were all here. But that would change today. Right after the ceremony I would tell him everything and my brothers would return to their true form. I was rife with excitement for that, more so than the actual ceremony.

“So, you are the one marrying my son today,” a feminine voice called out just as Daisy and Lucy added the veil to my head.

I turned to see a most stunning woman in her late forties enter. She was model perfect, beautiful and tall. Cold, crystal-blue eyes moved up and down my body assessingly.

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