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“I have a better idea. Arms up, My Treasure.” He gripped the hem of my sundress and whipped it over my head so I was standing only in my bikini.

The tiny two-piece affair wasn’t the kind of thing I usually felt comfortable wearing, but Desmon had looked so disappointed when I chose the fuller coverage one-piece over the sexy string bikini that I’d caved and gotten both.

“Hmm. Still doesn’t look right.” He reached for the string holding the two cups together, and suddenly, my bikini top was on the ground. My bikini bottom joined it momentarily. He’d cut them off me with a single shifted claw, but when I looked, his hands were human again.

He licked his lips. “Much better.”

The cave was much cooler than it had been in Hawaii, and my nipples stood perky and hard, the heavy platinum draped over my collarbones not helping one bit.

Desmon urged me to climb into the nest which had been lined with dark red satin sheets. I knelt at the center of the nest as Desmon continued to pile piece after piece of jewelry on me. Earrings, necklaces, tiaras, bracelets. Even an anklet.

Wearing all this precious treasure and nothing else was a little awkward, but just one look at Desmon’s smile was enough to make me play along. This must be a dragon thing—the need to see their mate covered in their treasure.

He’d probably moved the wardrobe, mirror, and jewelry display to this chamber on purpose. Aside from his nest, there wasn’t anything else here, and it seemed that all the clothes in the fancy armoire were for women. Same with the jewelry, though there wasn’t anything stopping a man from wearing the pieces if they wanted.

Had he saved all of this for the day he met his mate? Or was seeing me covered head to toe with his treasure simply a turn-on for him? The front of his shorts was certainly struggling to contain his massive erection.

I reached out to release his cock from its board shorts prison. It was thick and heavy in my hands, and I couldn’t resist licking the glistening drop of precum off the tip. He’d been staying in his half-shifted form most of our stay in Hawaii, which was suitable for the beachy dress code. It was all the better for me, becausewhile his human form had a beautiful cock—thick, veiny, and slightly curved—I’d had plenty of it in Vegas and L.A. and I secretly liked this cock better.

Just holding it in my hands was a turn-on. Something about the way his tanned skin faded into the dark red was just so perfect. And the ridges! They came to the V at the top and hit all the right spots inside me.

I wrapped my lips around the flared head, the only part without those magical ridges, and explored it with my mouth, humming. His cock twitched in my mouth from the vibrations.

Strong fingers threaded through my hair to guide my mouth up and down his cock. I knew I couldn’t take it all—my jaw was way too small—but that didn’t stop me from giving it my best shot. I tried to swallow as much of it as I could while I stroked and pumped him with my hands, making the bracelets and bangles on my wrists jangle.

“Fuckkk.” Desmon’s single hissed word embodied all the reasons why I enjoyed going down on him. It made me feel incredibly powerful.

He pulled me off his cock with an audible, wet pop of my lips, then bent to kiss me before laying me down on the soft sheets.

“Mine,” he growled. “All mine. Treasure.” I could tell from his voice that his dragon was near the surface.

He slid a hand up my body, beneath all the layers of neck jewelry, and wrapped his thick fingers around my throat. Theaction was firm and possessive and put erotic pressure on all the right places. Lust barreled into me so hard I actually whimpered.

With one palm still pressing me to the nest, Desmon cupped one heavy breast with the other, giving it a firm squeeze before bending to suck the nipple into his mouth. I arched my body into the heat.

He moved his mouth down my belly with his shoulder wedged between my knees, forcing my legs apart and spreading my petals open to him. I urged him down impatiently, gripping handfuls of his hair.

Then he was licking and devouring me like he was starving. Thick fingers pushed into me. I was already so wet that they slid in easily, opening me up and spreading me wide faster than I expected.

I stifled a cry at the intense sensations that threatened to overwhelm me. All the gold and platinum on me jingled with every thrust of his fingers. His forked tongue played over my clit expertly, doing what human tongues couldn’t, twisting and plucking until I was begging for release.

I screamed at the ceiling of the cave as my pussy pulsed around his fingers. Then I was squeezing nothing, and I whined at the momentary emptiness. But Desmon crawled forward to cover me, and I felt the thick head of his cock nudging my entrance.

In a smooth, practiced motion, he drove into me. Even with me so wet and ready, there was resistance. But with the nest beneath me, there was nowhere to go. Then the slight resistance gave,and he sank in deep, filling me completely. My channel quivered around each and every ridge.

There was no time to get used to his size because he immediately started fucking me at a merciless pace, sawing in and out of me like it was the only thing that mattered. The sounds of our bodies slapping together filled the cave, along with the rhythmic clang and jingle of the jewelry.

Every thrust had each of his ridges rubbing against my G-spot in rapid succession. I clawed the bedding with my nails as another orgasm started to build.

Chapter 26

Desmon

Carly’s gorgeous cunt pulsedaround me, milking me, and I gritted my teeth, desperate to prolong the experience. I wasn’t done fucking her yet. Not even close.

I was finally getting to live out a scene I’d fantasized about my entire life: my mate, the ultimate treasure, in my cave, adorned with all the jewelry I’d saved for her throughout the centuries. It was just as beautiful a sight as I’d imagined. She was perfect onher own, but shone like the sun itself with the addition of all the gold, platinum, and gems.

I pulled out of her before I lost all control, and she whimpered. I sat back, leaning against the edge of the nest, pulling her with me so she could straddle me.

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