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Her hazel eyes were round as she stared back at me. I hated the fact that she looked more shocked by these words than she had been when she saw my dragon.

“If you don’t believe me, then believe this.” I spun her back around and pulled her close to my front so that her sexy, round ass rubbed against my thighs. My body reacted immediately, and my cock sprang to life.

She gasped as it pressed into her back. I wrapped my arms around her to keep her close when she tried to move away.

“If I do not find you immensely attractive, then how do you explain this?” I let out a low, satisfied growl as I rubbed myself against her. The scent of her arousal bloomed, filling the air with her need. She made a soft little whimpering sound, like she was trying to say something but had lost the power of speech. I bent down, and with my hand on her cheek, twisting her face around to meet mine, I kissed her, injured lower lip and all.

Lust swirled around us as I covered her lips carefully, suckling lightly on the side that was not cut. It was as if her body had been waiting for this. She melted into my arms, her wrist wrapping around my shoulders, pulling us together. But while I was careful not to hurt the injury further, she ignored it, kissing me back.

Desire hung so thick in the air I felt I could hold it in my hands. My little mate was a demanding one. Good. A shrinking violet wouldn’t be at all suitable for a dragon.

Tasting just a hint of blood, I worried about her split lip, but Carly didn’t seem to notice or care. She kissed me back, her lips and tongue demanding more. It was as if my kiss had started a fire, and now there was nothing to do but let it burn until it consumed us.

Instinct took over as I urged her onto one of the seats carved into the rock. Made for my larger form, the seat dwarfed her as she leaned back in it. I kissed my way down her neck and collarbone before cupping her full breasts in my palms and burying my face in the heavenly valley between them.

Her gasp of pleasure as I swirled my tongue around a pebbled nipple went straight to my cock. I suckled the tiny nub, and she arched her back, thrusting one breast into my mouth and the other into my hand, her lips parted and her eyelids heavy and hooded with lust.

Fuck! Carly was gorgeous, exactly what my dragon longed for.

And she was all mine.

Chapter 11

Carly

Desmon had set athousand tiny little fires ablaze all over my body. My mind was reeling with need and desire, and I’d given up trying to resist him about a hundred nibbles ago.

I leaned back against the carved stone as he trailed kisses down past my belly button. He lifted his head, and when he licked his lips, I noticed he was no longer fully human. His tongue was forked! And his teeth were sharper than usual! They reminded me of his dragon’s.

But instead of worrying about whether he’d nick me, my brain insisted on imagining how that tongue would feel all over my skin. He dragged the sharp tips of his fangs down my body, and I shuddered. Who knew I had a thing for fangs! I was learning a lot about myself today.

My knees were already shaking when he lifted my ankle.

“Just one lick.” The words came out in a low rumble that had my arms covered in goosebumps.

I sure as fuck hoped it wouldn’t be just one. But I didn’t have the opportunity to say as much because Desmon chose that moment to cover my mound with his mouth and lick all the way from the opening to my clit.

I let out a squeak at the firm and ever-so-slightly raspy texture. It was not quite as rough as a cat’s tongue, but it still had some grip, and I felt everything. And to my utter delight, Desmon had indeed lied about just one lick. He started to lap up my cream like he was starving.

The sexiest part was that he was clearly enjoying every moment as he savored me. He wasn’t lowkey wondering when he could stop. This was what he wanted to do, where he wanted to be.

Then, he put the forked tip of his tongue to use. He swirled it around my clit, each fork moving expertly, applying pressure to both sides, sometimes twisting and other times squeezing. Thick fingers found my entrance, dripping with wetness, and plunged in—first one, then two.

It wasn’t long before I was gripping his hair and biting my lip as the pressure built. The moans echoing through the spacious, luxurious bathroom were shameless and wild, and I dimly realized they came from me.

Desmon lifted his head, but continued thrusting his digits into her. “So beautiful. One more,” he coaxed. “Can you take one more for me?”

Oh, god! As if two thick fingers weren’t enough.

He lowered his mouth to me again, even as a third finger pressed into my tight hole. I was so full. Molten heat started in my core and began to spread. All it took was several more twists of his talented tongue and I was spilling over the edge. I screamed, my pussy creaming all over his hand.

“Such a good girl.”

He reached up to thread his fingers through my hair and firmly pulled me toward him as he captured my lips in a needy kiss. I tasted myself on his tongue as I parted my lips and welcomed him in. He claimed every inch of my mouth and lips, and by the time he drew away I was panting with the need for more.

“You are the perfect treasure,” he murmured.

At least, I think that was what he said; my brain had yet to recover from my orgasm.

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