Page 23 of Gift from the Stone

My eyes devour his shirtless body, mapping out his taut abs to the groove of his deep V-cut. Following the lines of his body down to where his sweatpants sit loosely on his hips, my mouth dries as I trace the outline of his dick and a needy sound falls from my lips.

“That was a quick ba—” He freezes mid-sentence when his eyes take me in.

“Draken.”

In seconds, he’s on me, shoving my back against the bathroom door, slamming his hands on both sides of my head. His dragon peeks through the surface to get a look at what’s his as well.

“Little wanderer. You can’t get into bed with that on.” His voice is deep, raw with desire. I can feel the rumble in his chest as he crowds me more, leaning his forehead down to touch mine.

Heat pools in my lower belly from the need in his voice. Throbbing between my legs starts, and rubbing my thighs together doesn’t chase away the friction I desperately want.

“Why not?”

“I won’t be able to stop, Willow. I’ll want it all. I’ll want to claim all of you.” He pulls back enough to look me in the eye. The intensity of his vivid cobalt blue seems to flicker like a flame, radiating a mixture of promise, passion, and love.

“I’m already yours, Draken. Claim me.”

The words barely leave my lips before he lifts me off my feet, makes it to my bed in two strides, and tosses me down. He prowls back and forth at the foot of my bed, the predator within him emerging.

Then he pounces…

As soon as our lips meet, the world ceases to exist. The kiss starts with a tender exploration, a delicate balance of uncertainty that swiftly ignites into an all-consuming flame. The longing that’s been building between us is about to combust.

My breath hitches as he breaks the kiss, making his way down my jaw, moving to my neck. Sucking, biting, marking me. I whimper once he stops at my chest, needing him to keep fucking going.

“As much as I love this sweetness, it’s in my way.” I hear the fabric rip and my eyes widen as Draken holds the remnants of my nighty up with his claw. “Much better.”

“I wore that just for you.” My complaint is all for show. He did exactly what I wanted him to and by the smirk on his face, he knows it.

“And it’s mine now, sweetness.” He swears, shoving the torn lingerie into his pocket.

My body grows feverish as I watch his eyes darken at the sight of me naked, laid bare just for him. It’s a look of pure, raw, unfiltered need, one that makes me feel confident, sexy, desired. His gaze alone is driving me mad, my body shivering, begging for him to touch me.

Growling, he ducks his head down, sucking my nipple into his warm mouth, flicking his tongue in a tortuous, unpredictable pattern that has me panting in seconds. Running my hands through his hair, I arch my back, pleading for him to take more.

A dark chuckle falls from his lips as he releases my nipple with a loud wet pop.

“Greedy little wanderer. Tell me what you want.”

“More, Draken.”

“Tell me. I’ll give you whatever you want.” He slowly starts laying kisses down my belly and I lift my hips, silently encouraging him to keep going, but he stops.

“Your words, Willow.”

He knows what I want, he always does, but he wants me to say it out loud for him. He always lets me get away with just using my body as a means of direction, but not tonight. Tonight, he’s going to force me to swallow down my insecurity and say it out loud.

“Your tongue. I want to fall apart on your tongue. Eat me out, Draken.” I moan and his resolve shatters as he spreads my thighs wide and licks my pussy in a long, slow stroke. I’ve never dared to try to talk dirty to him, but my words drive him wild.

The heated pad of his tongue circles my clit, over and over and over. My head is dizzy in a frenzy of need, all coherent thoughts gone. One of my hands flies into his auburn hair while the other tangles in the sheets, grounding myself as I grind against his face, chasing the heat that’s building and spreading throughout my body.

He glides two of his thick fingers through my wetness, pushing them deep inside of me. I’m gloriously stretched already and thinking about how much more I’ll have to stretch for his dick to fit in me has my body growing hotter. I try to push it off, force my body to wait, but Draken won’t allow it. He likes my pleasure to come fast, powerful, and multiple times over.

His tongue never relents, licking me up like I’m his favorite flavor of ice cream, and as soon as he curls his fingers upward, knowing exactly what it does to me, I fucking explode.

My thighs quiver and my legs tense, causing my toes to curl into the sheets. I can’t even see the ceiling through the black spots clouding my vision and I shout his name to the heavens like he’s the god who’ll give me my sight back.

He doesn’t bother coming up for a breath. He just slows the pumps of his fingers and lazily licks me as I come down from my orgasm.

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