Page 60 of Dragon Exposed

“Start talking, or you’re not going to get to see me in this thing.” I pursed my lips at him, trying to sound firm despite the huskiness that crept into my voice every time he touched me.

I waited until Levi rounded the bed and climbed up near the pillows, laying across the head of the bed on his side, propped up on one elbow, like I was putting on a show for him.

“There’s not a great deal to tell. I took note of the sizes you wore when I picked up clothing from your apartment. Especially that soft, dusky pink dress you wore the first night we met. After that, it was as simple as calling the boutiques where I know Krystana likes to shop when she’s in New York, places that cater to voluptuous women.” He grinned as I picked up the scrap of fabric that could’ve loosely been described as underwear, despite the fact that it was clearly designed to leave all the holes with easy access. “I had some specific requests, but after that, I put my trust in the management of the shops, knowing that for the right price, I would get what I paid for.”

I wriggled my way into the panties, careful not to stretch them too far, even over my very full ass. It wasn’t like there was much more to the back than a couple of silky ribbons, but I was still nervous they’d rip at any minute.

They didn’t, thankfully, and I looked at the top warily. Once again, there was next to nothing there—a couple straps, a nearly transparent, flowy piece of fabric that would hang loosely over my midsection, trimmed with lace.

The cups, if they could even be called that, were little more than an underwire and a thin border of lace that would barely cover the bottom curve of my breasts.

Levi reached down and cupped the front of his jeans, readjusting himself, and with a deep breath, I pulled the lace on.

My boobs were fully on display, with just a kiss of lace outlining them in a teardrop shape, connecting to the thin straps over my shoulders. The flowy part gapped over my belly, exposing my belly button and the top of the panties.

“Oh, Izobelle.” Levi’s green eyes were heavy with lust, and I watched as he licked his lips. “I knew this one would look incredible on you.”

I wasn’t so sure about that, and I didn’t dare try to steal a glance at myself in the mirror. As long as he kept looking at me like I was something to be devoured, something to be savored and treasured, I wasn’t going to argue. “What are you going to do about it?” I purposely dropped my gaze to the front of his pants, pulled so tight across the bulge there that it looked like he could burst through the denim.

Knowing what he could do with that big, thick cock, knowing how good he was with it, made my inner thighs damp, reminding me just how exposed I was, even though I was wearing lingerie.

God, I’d never had a guy even joke about buying me sexy underwear, and now Levi had bought me an entire wardrobe of it.

I had no doubt he was going to make good use of it, too.

Levi grinned and crooked his finger at me, gesturing that I should join him.

Instead, I shook my head at him, sliding my hand down my exposed belly as I spread my legs wider, making room to cup my own pussy. “I put this on for you. I think you need to do something for me now.”

Jumping off the bed, he circled the end of the bed and moved quickly, pulling me in tight against his hard body before he picked me up. His hands found my almost completely exposed ass, and as his fingertips dug into the soft flesh there, I couldn’t help but groan.

“I know what you need.” He grinned and kissed me hungrily.

I expected him to drop me back on the bed. Or take me to the couch, or even the small kitchen island.

Instead, he carried me outside. I was practically naked, and we were standing on the balcony, all of the New York skyline as witness.

When he set me down and spun me around, so that my back was against his hard chest, that big dick nestled right against my ass. His fingers slid down to where mine had just been, but instead of just cupping my heat, he slipped two long digits inside, using his thumb to tease my clit. “Do you like it out here, with all the world to see that you’re mine, that I make you scream, that I make you come better than any man ever has before?” His free hand came up and cupped my breast, the one that bore his mark, and the added sensation just from the claiming mark that connected us nearly made me come just like that.

“Levi…” I groaned, rocking my hips into his hand, pressing against his palm. I had to be grinding against his dick, but my body was so over-sensitized, so in need of a climax, I didn’t care if I made him ruin his jeans.

He’d probably just buy ten new pairs anyway.

His teeth skimmed over my earlobe before he growled out, “I want you to come all over my fingers, mate. I want the heavens themselves know just how hard you come for me.”

With the way my knees were already shaking, I didn’t think that was going to be a problem. If anything, I was probably at risk of having more than one orgasm out here, proving his point over and over again.

He worked his fingers in and out of me roughly, his lips kissing over every inch of exposed skin he could reach without letting me go, and when I clamped down on his hand, I arched against his chest and screamed his name, shouting to any gods that were listening just how good the match made by the fates was.

Levi hardly let me start to come down before his pants were undone and the tip of his cock was teasing me from behind.

I leaned forward, gripping the balcony railing tight as I pressed my ass up and out. I didn’t care if I looked like a greedy, needy whore, or that if he fucked me at this angle, my breasts would swing and sway hard. All I cared about was getting my mate back inside me, making him come hard with me.

The thought that wearing his bite meant that I could potentially get pregnant hardly crossed my mind, and almost as quickly as it came, I dismissed it.

If I were going to have babies with anyone, I wanted them to be Levi’s. I wanted them to look like tiny barbarians, with long sandy blond hair and mischievous green eyes.

He slid just the tip into my opening, barely teasing me.

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