Page 120 of I Am Salvation

“Yes, Dragon. Please.”

He moves down to my nipples, cupping my breasts, squeezing them tightly, and then flicking his tongue over one nipple.

Each touch sends a jolt of excitement coursing through my veins, spreading a warmth that fills my entire body. He continues, his hands alternating between gentleness and firmness. With his tongue, he traces a path along the curve of my breasts, leaving a trail of tingling sensations. I arch against him, my breath hitching.

He shifts his attention to my other breast, skillfully teasing the already hard nipple. I gasp at the electrifying pleasure, clutching his shoulders for support. My heart flutters wildly, matching rhythm with his exploration.

He trails his hands down my sides, tracing the curve of my waist before settling on my hips. He holds me firmly but tenderly, as if I’m both precious and desired. He trails kisses down to the soft hollow of my belly and swirls his tongue around my navel, sending tremors along my flesh that make me gasp and twitch. He grips me tighter as he continues his exploration.

Moving lower still, he kisses along my inner thighs. Each kiss is a spark, every lick a bolt of lightning that sets my skin aflame with even more need for him. I thread my fingers through his long hair to urge him on.

God, finally…

He kisses me between my legs, sliding his tongue across my slit and then licking around my clit.

He soothes me with tender strokes. Each touch feels like heaven and hell combined, an intoxicating mix of pleasure and anticipation.

I lose myself in the heady sensations. I rock against his touch, each movement coaxing forth another wave of pleasure that threatens to overwhelm me. Every nerve ending is ablaze with desire, and I writhe against his touch, barely able to contain the ecstasy coursing through my veins.

He continues his exploration, each stroke and caress an affirmation of our desires and needs.

“Oh!”

I gasp as he shifts his movement. He glides two fingers inside me and curls them against my walls, stroking that sweet spot that sends pulses of pleasure radiating throughout my body. His lips find mine again, muffling my gasps and moans as he quickens his pace.

The world around us fades away. Time becomes irrelevant. Nothing exists except this moment, the frenzy taking control over us, our bodies entwined in passion.

He continues his torment with his fingers inside my pussy. Our kiss deepens as we nip and bite at each other’s lips. He moves his free hand up my body and grabs my breast. His touch is both insistent and worshipful, a stark reminder of the man he is—both dominant and caring—whether he believes it or not.

I writhe against him, burying myself in him, until a coil of pleasure unwinds inside me. My heart beats faster, and my breath hitches as I ride the cresting wave of ecstasy. I grip his hair tighter and pull him closer as he guides me through the throes of pleasure with unintelligible words whispered against my lips.

Then, just when I think it can’t get any better or more intense, he throws his head back and lets out a low groan that reverberates through the room and echoes deep within me, stirring something primal that resonates with the sound. He continues to finger me, nearly burying his whole hand inside me, and I slide further toward the precipice.

His groan gives way to a quiet command, a whisper that brushes against my ear and sends another shudder through me.

“Let go,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough with desire. “Come for me, Diana. Come all over my hand.”

The coil snaps.

Waves of pleasure cascade down my body.

I surrender as the world crashes in a burst of pure bliss that makes my senses reel. Dragon’s breath is hot against my neck as he collapses against me, his body heavy and slick with sweat.

We lie there for what feels like an eternity, our breaths mingling as we soak in the afterglow. He traces circles on my hip, the sensation lulling me into a peaceful stupor. He presses a gentle kiss against my forehead.

I sigh into it—such a beautiful promise of affection.

He moves his hand from my hip up my side, barely touching, just grazing my skin with the tips of his fingers. It’s torturous and wonderful all at once, sending trembles down my spine. I arch into him, moving my body against his.

We fit so well together, like yin and yang, as if we were created for each other.

He glides his hand to my cheek, cups it, and turns me toward him.

His hazel eyes meet mine as he captures my lips again in a languid kiss—slow and sensual, exploring but not demanding.

He’s never kissed me quite like this before. It’s a stark contrast to the heated lust or angry passion I’m used to. It calms me. Heals me, in a way.

I feel like I’m falling into his body. Into him.

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