Page 47 of Three Scorched Kingdoms

I press her against the cave wall until I know she can feel the erection that’s almost painful now that we’re finally alone.

“Here?” she asks.

“Why not?” I nuzzle her neck before trailing a line of kisses along her collarbone.

She breaks off the kiss. Worse, she takes a step back—but then she lifts her dress over her head and drops it beside her.

My hunger for her burns inside me.

“You’re not wearing any undergarments,” I manage.

She smirks. “I don’t like how they constrict.”

“We wouldn’t want that,” I say, reaching for her wrist and yanking until she’s inside the circle of my arms again.

I kiss her deeply, plunging my tongue into her mouth, claiming her as if it’s the first time all over again. My hands grip her hips, pulling our bodies flush as I back her against the cavewall. Breaking our kiss, I dip lower to her neck, her collarbone, her breasts, leading the way with my roaming hands. Her bared breasts fill my palms, their weight perfect, her skin smooth and velvety.

Taking her nipple into my mouth, I suck hard, enjoying the tiny gasp she lets out as well as the arch in her back.

Her hand finds my cock and wraps around it. I groan, all coherent thought flying out of my mind as she grips me. She uses a foot to move her dress in front of me and kneels on top of it. I suck in a sharp breath as she parts her lips, her gaze fixed on my face as she licks the tip of my cock.

“Paige…”

My hands fall to her head, and I grip her hair as she takes my cock into her mouth and sucks me.

“If you keep doing that…” I rasp.

“Mmm,” she says around my cock, the vibration alone enough to make my cock jerk again.

“Come here,” I growl after only a few moments.

I pull my cock out of her mouth and guide her to her feet. My lips touch hers briefly before I bend down and fumble with her dress, stretching it out so it can serve as a blanket.

I need her—now.

Paige melts against me as I lay her down on top of the soft material. My hands glide over her skin, drawing sounds of pleasure from her as I flick my thumb over her hardened nipples. Then lower to her wet heat where I push a finger inside her.

She tenses, her fingernails scraping over my shoulder as she rocks her hips to meet me. Slowly, I draw my hand back and lick her taste off my finger.

Paige’s eyes track the movement. “Aries…”

“Fucking delicious.” I wink. “Time to return the favor.”

I bury my face between her legs, running my tongue over her clit before lapping up her sweet juices. Paige gasps, her hand grabbing my hair as she squirms beneath me.

Possessiveness rises inside me, my dragon reveling in the way this woman has given herself to me. In this moment, every inch of her belongs to me, including this sweet nectar.

Paige’s legs start to tremble, and she cries out as she comes for me. I don’t stop licking and sucking until her sounds stop and her breath exhales in a whoosh. Then I lift my head and cover her body with mine. I pause there, looking down at her uncertainly.

“Have you had enough?” I tease.

But she reaches for my hips and pulls me down, grabbing my cock and guiding it to her entrance.

“Never,” she whispers.

I enter her with one thrust, and Paige gasps, her hands wrapping around my neck as our bodies begin to move together. Her core is a delicious heat, and I’m very nearly ready to lose myself to it. Our pace is slow at first, our mouths meeting in lazy, languid kisses. But the pleasure inside me–and through the bond–builds to a crescendo, and I move my hips faster, my thrusts harder and more urgent as we both give ourselves over to this moment.

Now, Paige is the one who owns me, her every move both demanding and coaxing more and more of what I willingly and hungrily offer. Her body trembles beneath me, her muscles tensing until she’s coiled tight.

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