Page 40 of Dallas

He rose to his knees, removing them. When he stretched out over me again, I opened my legs to take him between them and worked the pants over his butt, his thighs, his calves. I indulged myself in touching him everywhere, all over, digging my nails into his butt, running my nails over his legs and back as we kissed. I couldn’t believe how perfect he was. I pulled my mouth from his and kissed his neck, his shoulder, his chest. He arched his back and groaned when I clawed at him. I couldn’t believe the passion he unlocked in me, but I loved it. I wanted to feel it all the time, I wanted to feel alive and on fire.

His thick, rock-hard length was between us, and I wiggled against it a little to make him groan again. When I wrapped my fingers around him.

He gasped, then chuckled. “Careful. I don’t want this to end too quickly.”

I gave a few strokes anyway, just for the sake of listening to and seeing what it did to him. It gave me a pleasure that wasn’t purely physical, even though it made me wetter than before.

He lifted his body.

I braced myself. My heart raced with anticipation and desire raced through me. When he positioned himself over my waiting body, his heavy dick rested against me and practically made my mouth water. Yes, I wanted him. All of him. I spread my thighs as wide as I could to take him inside. The pressure of the head against my entrance was enough to make me moan.

He pushed forward and filled me inch by slow, delicious inch.

I accepted him, and pleasure already started to build to something bigger and better before he even sank his entire length.

“My God!” I gasped as I closed my eyes. It was like I had only been playing around before and was finally with a real man. I never knew it could feel so good. I finally got it.

He sighed as he pulled back, then pushed forward. I moved with him, letting him set the pace, showing him how much I loved feeling him inside me and on me and all over me. It was clear how much my excitement excited him—every moan, every gasp, every time I whispered his name or urged him for more, he rewarded me with stronger, deeper strokes.

Even so, he was gentle with me. I could tell he was barely holding himself back from letting go and really taking me the way his dragon side wanted to. Knowing he could do whatever he wanted was exciting—I imagined him ravishing me instead of being gentle and closed my eyes.

“So… amazing!” I gasped, and I abandoned myself to him.

“You’re amazing.” He lowered himself on his forearms, and our sweat-slick bodies slid against each other.

He grunted and panted, and I panted with him until we were completely in sync, louder and louder until we both went stiff.

He threw his head back and bit back a sound that I imagined could have been a dragon’s roar.

He rolled off to the side—but held an arm out to me so I could snuggle up next to him. I needed to. I had never imagined something could feel this way.

“That was incredible,” I whispered. I still had to catch my breath. I wondered if I ever would. I knew I would never get over him, that was for sure.

His arm tightened around my shoulders—but he was still gentle.

“You’ll never get a chance to get over me.”

With that thought, I drifted to sleep in the safest place in the world.

I woke up in the same place—his arms. His lips were pressed to my temple while his hand roamed over my skin, leaving behind tingling flesh.

Only a discreet knock at the door brought a halt to what might have turned into something much more.

“Dallas? Hecate?”

“It’s Iris,” I whispered, scrambling out of bed and hastily wrapping myself in a sheet. She sounded troubled. What if something went wrong with Callie while I was busy tearing the bed apart with Dallas?

I opened the door just a crack, wincing as the overhead lights of the corridor pierced my eyes. “What is it?” I asked, keenly aware of how I looked, running a self-conscious hand over my hair. It was a wild mess.

Iris cleared her throat, eyes pointed to the floor, but I thought I noticed a slight smile playing across her full mouth. “I’m sorry to bother you, but we’ve found something rather important.”

The book. I had almost entirely forgotten our reason for being there. “The runes?”

She nodded. “We need to see you. Both of you.”

I told her we’d be a few minutes and closed the door between us before leaning against it with a sigh. It looked as though our brief honeymoon of sorts was over.

Our clan and our coven needed us.

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