Page 53 of Surge of Fire

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

It seems like it’s an effort for him to speak. “I didn’t know I was one, until that green dragon almost killed me. After you almost killed me in the freezer.”

“I almost killed you?” I ask, confused.

“You left me in there to die,” he says, his eyes locked on mine. There’s intensity in his gaze, but no anger in his voice. It’s like he’s some kind of expert at keeping his feelings in check.

Not that he should be angry. I didn’t do that.

“No.” I’m shaking my head. “I told the people in the gas station to let you out.”

He gives an angry laugh. “Well, newsflash, they didn’t.”

My stomach twists. I really did almost kill him. “Sorry,” slips from my lips.

I swallow. He moves closer to me, and I don’t pull away.

“You smell good,” he says, moving even closer, inhaling deeply. “Like heat. Like fire, marshmallows, and caramel. So damn sweet.”

Reluctantly, I admit, “You smell good too.”

His eyes darken. “Really?”

I nod, and a shudder rolls through me.

He closes the space between us and toys with my torn shirt. “You haven’t changed yet.”

I lean into his touch. “No time.”

His hand slips between the pieces of fabric and touches my skin. “You’re hot.”

My gaze moves to meet his dark eyes, and then his lips descend on mine. His scent flows over me, until all I can smell is him, and it’s intoxicating. Every thought slips from my mind, and all I have is a deep instinctually need to mate with this man. My lips open, and his tongue dives in, and then our mouths are just hot on each other. Hot, and hard, and possessive, claiming one another in a way I feel down to my soul.

Our hands are on each other, tearing each other’s clothes off, needing to shed the fabric that separates us. We barely break from our kiss as we do, and then we’re back together, heat moving between us.

His scent is intoxicating. It makes my head spin. His hands pull my hips against him, and his hard, naked cock presses into my belly. I reach between us and grasp him. He growls against my lips, which encourages me to stroke his tip until precum dampens my belly. I shudder, loving having his scent on my body.

His lips break from my mouth and move down my neck, sucking aggressively at each point. marking me as his own. One of his hands drifts from my hip up to my breast, and then he’s plucking the hard peak, driving me mad.

I stroke him harder. His moisture covers my stomach. I move his dick around, spreading the moisture. I love the feeling of it on me. When we’re done, I’m going to smell like his female.

Soon, both his hands are on my breasts, and his hips jerk as I continue to stroke him. When his head falls back, I rise to my tiptoes and start to suck his neck too. His growl comes again, low and sensual, and I get the sense that he likes that I’m marking him too.

When I’m done sucking all the way down, both sides, rubbing my breasts against him, marking him in my own way. I drop to my knees and take him into my mouth. I’m not gentle or slow, taking him all the way in until his long, thick cock hits the back of my mouth.

“No!” he shouts, his voice low and husky.

He steps back from me just far enough that his cock pops free from my mouth, and then he’s spinning me around. My hands hit the ground, and my ass rises in the air. He’s behind me in an instant, rubbing his cock in my wet folds. He groans and rubs harder and faster until my desire dampens my thighs. Until I’mhaving trouble catching my breath. Until I desperately need this man inside of me.

Then his tip nudges my entrance, and I feel my pussy shiver in anticipation. He presses in, and I’m shocked by the sheer size of him. Sex has never been like this before. Never felt anything like this. It’s like he’s turned nerves on that never existed before, and I never want to go back to how I was before.

He slides in further and further, and my body protests every step of the way, tightening around him like a vice. But as tight as the fit is, it also feels incredible. More incredible than I thought imaginable.

I choke on my own saliva, breathing hard. When he goes another inch deeper, he shocks me by yanking me back, slamming fully into me. It feels…oh so good. Like he’s stretching my insides in an absolutely delicious way.

“Good?” His words are a husky bark that turns me on.

I wiggle, and a string of curses explode from his lips.

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