Page 41 of The Dragon's Warlock

Her laughter filled the room. “Gideon.”

He loved how she said his name. There was so much weighing on his mind, but seeing her almost naked made his control slip, and he wanted nothing more than to have her wrap her legs around him. “You make me want things I don’t deserve.”

“Please, Gideon.”

Her soft words were all he needed. He rolled her onto her back, and the soft white towel slipped from her shoulders. “This isn’t going to be gentle like last night.”

Instead of telling him to stop, she hooked her legs around his back and drew him closer. One of his hands traveled down her body. He pressed two fingers into her folds. She was so wet. He needed her more than his next breath, so he pulled away and stripped his pants down. Her eyes trailed down his chest and watched as he threw his clothes to the side.

When he crawled back up the bed, she encircled his length with her soft fingers and lined his cock up, and he pushed in. It was even better than the night before. She was so tight, hot, and slick.

He stopped moving and counted to ten. She twined her fingers in his hair and pulled his mouth to hers. Their tongues danced together. When he didn’t start moving, she dug her heels into his ass and raked her nails down his back.

She tilted her head back and moaned as he worked his cock in and out. “Harder,” she whispered with her eyes shut.

Gideon never wanted to forget this moment. Something had changed. The air had shifted, and his magic was at the surface. He fought the urge to mate. That was a choice they needed to make together.

Her moans grew louder. He dipped his face into the crease of her neck and pressed a kiss there, trying to distract himself from how tight she was. She raised her hips and met each thrust. Her moans became louder, and she closed her eyes.

“I want to see those pretty green eyes, Diem.”

When she opened them, it felt like she could see deep into his soul. “What do you need, my angel?” he asked.

“You.”

“You have me, angel.”

“Please, Gideon.”

He rolled onto his back so she could be in control. More than anything, he loved to see her riding him. She tilted her head back and placed her hands on his chest. He bit the inside of his cheek as she slowly lowered herself on him.

His hand went to her nub. When he pressed against her clit, she moved faster and moaned his name.

“I want to see those pretty eyes when you come,” he said. Diem’s eyes locked with his. “Come for me, angel.”

She tightened around him, and she screamed, “Gideon!”

He’d never seen anything as hot as her. Her body pushed against his, and he felt her run her teeth over his shoulder. He knew what her dragon was trying to do. For a second, he thought about letting her claim him, but he knew it wasn’t the right thing to do.

He couldn’t take it any longer. “Faster, Diem.” He placed his hands on her hips and moved her. “Just like that—harder.”

She rocked against his chest.

“Christ,” he grunted. “I’m almost there.”

He rolled her back onto her back, and she grabbed him with her legs. His body was on fire with need as he thrust into her. With each thrust, he was closer to the edge. When she gripped down on him, it was enough to send him over.

For a second, they lay there together, their breathing the only sound in the room. When he rolled to the side, she laid her head on his chest and ran her fingers over his tattoos—the tattoos that documented his years through history, the bad and the good. Those were his daily reminders of what he’d done in his lifetime.

She traced his chest with her hand, circling his family crest. Then her hand wandered to the tattoo he was nervous about. He reached up and grabbed her hand and moved it away.

“What does that mean?”

He acted like he didn’t understand. “This one right here is my family crest.”

Diem was quiet for a few seconds. “I figured it was. I’m talking about the one over your heart.”

“There are a few supernaturals who have it.”

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