Page 53 of Sass Me

Love’s Destiny

Fleur couldn’t getSteele home fast enough. She wanted to feel every part of his body on every part of hers. Several of the Wolfe’s offered them a ride. Steele declined.

He shifted into his dragon, plucked her up in his talons, holding her gently by the shoulders and flew up and over the treetops.

“I’m going to need a new place with a balcony so you have a place to land.”

“As soon as I can liquidate some of my treasure, you’re getting a home with a secluded backyard where I can make love to you surrounded by the earth and forest.”

His treasure? Dragons.

“All I want is you, and maybe a garden.”

“Yes. I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you in a garden.”

That wasn’t exactly what she meant, but it sounded fun anyway.

He landed on the roof of her building, just as the sun was starting to rise. She’d lugged a half dozen planters up here and created a tiny rooftop vegetable garden in the five by five-foot area the landlord had allowed her.

She’d been able to coax anything into growing before she’d met Steele and the White Witch, but now, she could turn her little plants into paradise for them both.

Fleur waved her hands over the pots and within seconds their own little secret garden sprouted up around them.

Steele shifted to his hot-arific human form and tackled her to the grass, rolling so that she landed softly on his chest. His hands were everywhere at once, stripping off her clothes and touching each new inch of bare skin.

“I need you, Fleur. God, I need to see and touch and taste you from top to toes. I can’t go another moment without making you mine again.”

“I am yours, but take me anyway.” Fleur’s hands moved as frantically as his, removing his shirt and unbuckling his pants.

He shredded hers then ripped his own off. His fingers dug into her thighs and he spread them, making her straddle him beneath her.

He slid two fingers between her legs, testing to see if she was ready. “Fuck, yes, you’re wet for me already. Thank god. Slide onto my cock, baby. Ride me.”

Fleur reached between them and circled his hard length with her hand. She pumped his shaft twice, before pushing him into her pussy.

Foreplay could wait. She needed him now.

“Fuck yes, Fleur. God, you feel so good.” He rocked his hips, thrusting up into her, holding her hips tight so all she could do was take him.

He was rough and needy and she loved it, because she needed him the same way.

She splayed her hands across his chest, using the position to move her body, meeting him thrust for thrust. He filled her so completely, so deeply, she didn’t know where he ended and she began.

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