Page 30 of Dragon Exposed

He broke the kiss slowly, his mouth finding mine again and again, as if he couldn’t stop, even as he pulled back. “Izobelle…”

I panted, grinding my hips up against his, aching for more. “I want it, Levi.” I knew he was holding back, trying not to be too fast, but his body wanted mine as badly as I wanted his, and if I could just get him to let go, I had no doubt it would be incredible.

His fingertips slid under my back, finding the clasp of my bra and flicking it open with a practiced skill that even I didn’t feel confident with, and I took it off every damn day. As he pulled the fabric and lace away, his eyes locked onto my breasts with a hungry focus that made me squirm.

With a deep breath, I lifted my arms over my head, gripping the comforter just in time for his hands to wrap around them both. God, he had big hands, and long fingers. Already, I wondered just how good he was with those fingers. If I’d get to find out.

“Fuck, Izobelle, you’re incredible.” He leaned down and flicked the tip of his tongue over one nipple while he pinched the other between his thumb and forefinger, teasing them both into tight, sensitive points quickly.

Never had I been with a guy who could make me this hot this quickly. It was like my whole body was on fire, needy for him, craving him. I arched into his touch, pressing more of my body into his palms, into his mouth, silently begging for more.

Levi groaned, peppering kisses from one nipple to the other, taking his time to lave over the second just as intensely as the first. I’d never come just from someone playing with my breasts, but if anyone could make me do it, I was sure it would be Levi. He seemed just as turned on by it as I was, and the small growls and groans coming from his mouth as he kissed, sucked, licked, and bit were almost too much.

“Levi, I need more.” My core was on fire, achy, too empty. I needed to feel him, I needed him inside me. I needed so much more.

He nipped at the inner curve of my breast before sucking hard enough that I was certain I was going to end up with a hickey.

I’d never had a hickey before, but damn if I didn’t want to be marked by this man.

As he started trailing kisses lower, his fingers slipping from my breasts to hook into the waistband of my panties, I swallowed hard, tensing under his lips.

I would’ve been completely okay with him treating my midsection like no-man’s land, skipping right over it to delve between my thighs.

Levi, though, seemed to have other ideas. His kisses over my flesh were almost enough to burn, as if he could actually leave a trail of lip prints down the curve of my stomach. Even though he had a firm grip on my underwear, he wasn’t in any hurry to pull them off, and the longer he kissed my skin, the more he touched me and tasted me, the more I relaxed, until I was a writhing, aching puddle of mush under him.

He finally slipped his fingers under the gusset of my panties, and I practically screamed from the touch.

Fuck, I was soaking wet. The sound of his fingers sliding through my core were damn near pornographic and coupled with the appreciative growl that emanated from his lips, I could’ve come just from that.

He pressed a kiss just above my panty line before he looked up at me, fire burning in his green eyes, and asked with a husky rumble, “How attached are you to these?”

Oh. My. God.

Even before I answered, his fingers literally ripped through the fabric, pulling the tattered lace off me with a groan.

He leaned back on his knees, one hand pinning my thighs open wide, the other spreading me open for him to stare at with that heat, that need.

Yeah, I was pretty sure this man was going to be the death of me.

At least now, I wasn’t afraid he was going to eat me.

I was sure of it.

His fingers slipped through my wet folds, teasing just shy of my clit. Watching his tongue trace his lower lip as he did it was just adding to the ache in my core, as if he wanted this as badly as I seemed to need it.

When he finally leaned forward, I could’ve wept from the sensation. There was nothing gentle, nothing tentative about his mouth on me. His tongue delved deep, curling up inside me, as I rocked against his face. His strong hands pinned my legs open, holding me wide, keeping me at his mercy, and the more his mouth worked me over, dipping inside me, teasing my clit, even nipping at me, the more I wanted.

The more I needed.

My hands slid into his hair, gripping the long locks, holding on, holding him to me, as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge.

I was beginning to wonder if I’d ever really orgasmed at all, with how intensely this one was building. It was like he knew my body better than I did, like he could sense what I needed, what would push me over the edge.

Levi growled against me, the vibrations reverberating through my clit, through my core, as he worked me over even harder.

The pleasure was building up low in my core, filling me up with need, and when the dam finally broke, I screamed, arching up, as my whole body tensed, and my thighs shook under his hands.

It didn’t stop Levi though. He kept licking, kept making those damned sexy moans, like he was getting drunk on my taste, like he never wanted to stop.

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