Page 89 of Never Feed a Dragon

He nipped at me again.

I gritted out a curse.

“Say the words out loud, and it’s a deal,” he said.

“You’re right. I’m prettier than you. I’m perfect.” I didn’t even give a damn what I was saying anymore—I was too ready for what was coming next.

Eli bit down lightly on my clit. “Good girl.”

I cursed when he dragged his teeth over me, rubbing the pads of his fingers over my g-spot as he did. My hips bucked, but he finally dragged me over the edge.

My cries were frantic as the climax hit hard and heavy, making my entire body jerk. He didn’t let me finish in peace though—he kept working me through the pleasure, somehow coaxing my body into another orgasm with his fingers, tongue, and teeth.

I was a panting, sweating mess when I finally came down from the high. My chest heaved so violently, I worried I might pass out from lack of air.

Eli untied my wrists, then rolled me on top of him. His erection was sandwiched against my hip, and he made no move to fill me again.

He was giving me time to recover.

The man was too considerate. Way too considerate.

But I loved that.

I caught my breath for a minute, then couldn’t wait any longer. Grabbing his face, I tilted his head toward me and kissed him, lining our bodies up again.

Sinking down over his erection, I took him inside me.

Our eyes locked, and he let me set the pace, having my way with him slowly.

Warmth burned in my chest as we had sex.

It didn’t just feel like sex, though.

It was slower.

More intimate.

More intense.

And when we finally went over the edge together, it made me feel… important.

Cherished.

Loved.

That was new. Really new.

But really good.

Afterward, I curled up against Eli’s chest while he played with my hair.

“What do you think about the test run so far? Grade me,” he said.

My lips curved upward.

My first instinct was to say that I was sold, but I ignored the hell out of that. I didn’t want to get his hopes up. What if I changed my mind?

“Solid B,” I lied.

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