Page 62 of Surge of Fire

He cocks a brow. “You’re protective of them.”

“So what?” I finish my soup and go to clean my bowl.

“I’m sorry about your dad.” His voice is soft, gentle.

My hands still on the bowl. “Thanks.”

“I get it. Both my parents are dead now.”

I glance back at him, and there’s no emotion on his face. “Sorry.”

He shrugs.

I focus back on washing my bowl out when he’s suddenly behind me, washing his bowl, arms around me. My heart hammers. “Why do you think the green dragon didn’t keep coming for me?”

He’s closer, breathing in my neck. “Honestly? Since the moment we were together, you’ve smelled more like me than you.”

It’s hard to think. “Wh-what do you mean?”

“Even now, you still smell like me and my cum. Even beneath that flowery shampoo and conditioner.” His nose rubs against my neck. “You smell like… mine.”

He turns off the sink and sets our bowls on the counter. He dries my hands, then his. When he’s done, he doesn’t move, and I’m forced to turn around and look at him. The pulling inside me is stronger, stronger than the pulling of a river with a powerful current. It urges me to be with him. Be close to him. Even though my head is saying this is a mistake.

Instead of kissing me, he trails his fingers over the marks on my neck. “It must be a dragon thing, but I like seeing the way I marked you.”

I shiver under his touch. “It’s a dragon thing.”

He lifts a brow. “Do you like the marks on my neck too?” As if to test his theory, he offers his neck to me.

It’s a trap. I know it is. But I lift my hand and touch each one, all along one side of his neck, then along the other. Before I can stop myself, my mouth follows the same trail as my fingers, and I suck him, biting him here and there. I love the rumble that comes from his chest, the one that means he’s enjoying everything I’m doing.

He undoes the knot I'd tied in the drawstring of my pants, and they fall to the floor with no effort at all. His fingers part me, and a gasp slips from my lips against his throat as his fingers press into my hot core.

“You’re wet,” he whispers. “Always so fucking wet. You’re going to soak that bed, you know?”

I whimper, spreading my legs wider. He takes advantage, plunging a finger inside me. I grab his shoulders, trying to stop myself from falling, and he rocks his finger in and out of me. The sounds of my wetness fill the room, evidence of my arousal neither of us can ignore.

When his finger pulls out of me, I almost protest, but he grabs my hips and lifts me onto the counter, like I weigh nothing at all. He spreads my legs with firm hands and grins. “Fucking beautiful.”

I try to close my legs, embarrassed, but he keeps his grip firm and shakes his head. “Leave them open.”

Despite a deep desire to refuse him, I do exactly that.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, which sends a thrill down my spine. Then he lowers his head and his mouth pushes into me. And the man is a fucking animal. I’ve had men go down on me,but nothing like this. It’s like he’s devouring a feast after being starved, like all he’s ever wanted in his life is my pussy. My entire body goes back on the counter, my hair spread out around me, my hands reaching out to grip something, finding nothing.

“Fuck!” I shout, tossing my head.

He lifts his head, licks me hard, and growls, “Say. My. Goddamn. Name.”

Then he’s back to my pussy, and his name tears from my lips. “Evander.” He licks harder and harder, thrusting his long tongue deep inside, then sucks on my clit, sucking it into his mouth, and repeats, eating me out like a goddamn champion. “Evander! Evander!” I can’t stop. His name becomes a chant, and I say it over and over again. He licks me in all the right places, and then I’m coming and coming, shouting his name as I come crashing so hard over the edge that I actually think my heart stops for a second.

When I come back to myself, he’s still feasting on me, seemingly content to spend his life with his head between my thighs, but the feeling is too much as my nerves go from sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my body to becoming painfully sensitive. Reaching down, I tug on his hair to get him to stop, but it takes me a full minute before he sighs against my pussy and pulls back.

“You smell… you taste so damn good,” he tells me, dark eyes locked onto mine. Then he stands up tall and undoes his pants, his massive cock springing free. “You’re a very good girl, Samantha. I like the way you say my name. I asked for it once, and you gave it to me over and over again, didn’t you?”

I don’t know what to say. “Did your dick get bigger when you became a dragon?”

He raises a brow and glances down before shaking his head. “No, why?”

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