Page 88 of Never Feed a Dragon

My head tipped back in pleasure when he lingered on my breasts, giving my nipples the attention they craved—and my entire body started to rock when he made it to my lower belly, then finally between my thighs.

I took a deep, unsteady breath in when his tongue dragged over my clit slowly.

Lazily.

Blissfully.

I arched when he circled it, dragging me back to the edge with the skill he’d learned during heat. He hadn’t minded tasting our combined pleasure on me then, either.

I gasped when he tugged with his teeth, and my orgasm almost hit. I was so, so close to the edge…

But he stopped before I could lose it.

He tasted my slit with his tongue, teased my folds, and didn’t go near my clit.

“Bastard,” I panted, strung tight with need.

“Tell me I’m right, and I’ll let you get off.” He finally returned to my clit. The orgasm I’d been on the edge of had faded, and he absolutely knew it.

The strokes of his tongue were slow and teasing. He knew if he gave me too much, that climax would hit hard.

“Never,” I moaned. “You know I hate losing.”

“Losing to me doesn’t count. We’re a team, Spaghetti.”

“I hate how much I’ve come to love that nickname too.”

He chuckled against my core, the rumbly feel of it absolutely incredible. “But you’d love to come.”

He nipped at my clit again, and I gasped, arching harder.

Yet again, he pulled away too soon.

“Damn you,” I hissed, panting almost violently.

“Damn me,” he agreed, licking me just where I wanted him to. “Ready to give in?”

“Not yet,” I gritted out.

“Good. I’m having too much fun to let this end.” He flashed me a wicked grin, his lips and stubble wet with our pleasure.

One of his hands slid between my thighs, and I swore viciously as he filled me with three of his fingers. His tongue was still teasing me, the strokes too light to give me what I needed.

My hips arched, and he let them.

My legs wrapped around his face, pulling him closer, and he sent me a hot look from where he was. Then bit my clit again, hard enough to have me bucking.

“You’re so close, Spaghetti. Just give in,” he murmured into my mind.

“What will you give me if I do?”

“What do you want?”

“Two orgasms,” I said. “And I want to be on top. And in charge.”

His chest rumbled. “You’ve never been interested in dominating me before. I like this development.”

“You’d better.”

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