Page 41 of Dragon Exposed

I tugged his hair, fisting it into my hand, as I pulled him away and flopped backwards onto the tile. “Levi, I want you inside me.”

He licked his lips, like he didn’t want to waste a drop of my arousal, and then he fell back on his heels, looking up at me with this look on his face like I was everything he’d ever fantasized about, everything he’d ever wanted.

Like I was everything Levi Wystan dreamed of in a woman.

When his fingers slipped down and wrapped around his cock, I almost came just watching him. He was long, thick, and as he groaned out my name with a long, slow stroke, I just about reached down to pull him up against me. “You’re teasing me.”

Levi licked his lips as he crooked his finger at me. “You could come down here, do something about it, if you really think I’m teasing.”

Instead of giving in to his taunt, I just spread my legs apart wider, sliding my hand between my thighs. I was sure he could see everything, how wet I was, how much I wanted more. But if he wanted to tempt me, to tease me, I sure as hell wasn’t going to be the first one to give in.

His eyes flashed that purplish-green color that I’d almost have chalked it up to a trick of the light, if he’d moved at all, or the light had shifted. The only part of him that was moving, other than his hand slowly stroking his cock, was the way his nostrils flared and a slight growl emanating from his lips. “Izobelle…”

I smirked. “What? I think I’ve made it pretty clear what I want from you, and if you’re not going to play nice and fuck me rough against this shower wall, I’m going to get off myself.”

In an instant, he was up off the floor and pinning me to the wall, his hard dick pressing against my core as his lips claimed mine, his tongue filling my mouth in another one of those soul-searing, world-enveloping kisses that sucked all the air out of the room and made me feel like the only chance I had of survival was keeping his lips over mine.

Levi’s hands slipped down over my ass, gripping tight as he lifted me clean off my feet.

My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, even as my fingers tangled in the long, wet locks of his hair, clinging to him. The feel of his hard, strong muscles pressing into my body, holding me up, supporting all of me, normally would’ve given me some concern about whether this was going to end badly, but there was no tremble in his arms, no tentativeness in his kiss or his grip.

Whether it was naïve or not, I trusted Levi.

And when he reached between us and lined up his tip with my core, I broke our kiss so I could watch him. So, I could make sure that this was really what he wanted, that it wasn’t just scratching an itch or getting his rocks off.

That I really was the woman Levi Wystan wanted to be fucking in his shower.

As he slowly pressed into me deeper, as he stretched me around that thick cock, he pressed his forehead to mine, a smile tugging up the corners of his mouth. “You feel incredible.”

I moaned, arching into him, as he filled me further. “Fuck, you’re big.” I had never felt so full, and I didn’t even think he was nearly done yet.

Levi paused, kissing along my jaw. “Is it too much? Do you want me to stop?” Even as he asked it, it seemed like he was begging me to not stop.

Like I even could have. He was too much, too encompassing, and I wanted to get lost in him. I wanted to forget all my fear, forget my need for vengeance, forget what we’d done to the vampire in the basement. I wanted to feel him fill me up completely, to give me something more than revenge to live for.

It was too much to say out loud, too much to even hope for, beyond just this one time together. I wasn’t even sure I’d know how to ask for it, if I ever could.

Instead, I kissed him again, digging my heels into his ass as I rocked my hips forward, taking him deeper.

Levi’s groan filled my mouth as he bottomed out inside me, his fingertips digging into my ass harder as his teeth scraped over my lower lip. “Fuck, Izobelle. You’re more incredible than I could’ve ever imagined.”

Oh. My. God. There was no way this man, this absolute god with his tongue and fingers, hadn’t done this before, right? He rotated his hips against mine, grinding against me in the most delicious way.

On a moan, I grit out, “Tell me this isn’t your first time.”

Levi didn’t stop touching me, didn’t stop his slow, torturous strokes deep inside me. “I won’t lie to you, but if telling you that is going to make you want to stop, I’m not admitting anything.”

When he pulled his hips back, just to thrust deep again, I let out a whimper and held onto him tighter, losing any resolve to talk about this, to think about anything other than how fucking perfectly he seemed to fill me up, like he was designed just for me.

If all this mating stuff was true, maybe he was.

This conversation wasn’t over, not by a long shot, but I was more than happy to put a pin in it until we both came.

Levi growled, a sexy sounding snarl, right in my ear, as he groaned out, “You’re so tight and wet, Izobelle. So fucking perfect.”

What was I supposed to say to that? How could I even begin to formulate a thought, at least anything coherent, when he was stroking all the right places to make my mind go blank and my vision go white?

Levi didn’t seem to mind though, as his mouth went back to work over mine, making me feel like I was losing any sense of where I stopped, and where he started. Like when we finished, we’d be one body, tied together, for all of eternity.

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