Page 23 of Licking Fire

Chapter Seven

Unable to stop herself,Alondra pressed her lips to his—and then gasped when he thrust his tongue into her mouth, claiming it fully. The next she knew, her hands were roaming into his hair, her legs were wrapping around his waist, and she was rubbing against him. She truly was nothing more than a horn-dog around the man.

Alondra knew they were moving, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was his tongue moving around hers. She closed her eyes tight, letting him carry her wherever he wanted. When she opened her eyes, she found they were in the living room, near the floor-to-ceiling windows. He sat her down, breaking their kiss before bending before her and skimming his hands up her legs. He met her gaze as if waiting to be told.

“I told you I would only take you if you are willing,” he said. “Are you?”

Was she?

She opened her mouth and the smallest of “yeses” fell free from her lips.

Part of her wanted to stop everything before it went further, but the rest of her wanted to be touched by him. She didn’t tell him no. She nodded, and he hooked his fingers into the top of her leggings and drew them down, taking her socks and panties with them. She gasped and put a hand back on the window to steady herself.

Rayer tossed her panties and the leggings aside and remained on his knees before her, staring up at her with so much raw need on his face that she couldn’t imagine telling him no. Yes, she was scared and unsure of what to do, but she knew he’d guide her.

You trust him, she thought.

He kissed the front of her bare thighs, and she shivered. As he ran his hands over her legs, she shook more.

“You are cold.”

“I am?” she asked, surprised, because she sort of felt as if she were going to burst into flames with his every touch.

He stood so fast that it made her gasp. The man cleared the distance to the fireplace in the blink of an eye. He cranked a small lever and then bent before it, his face shifting partially once more. Exhaling, a line of fire shot from his mouth to the gas-log area of the fireplace. That was all it took, and a fire began to burn. Standing, he shook his head, and his features returned to normal.

She smiled weakly at him. “Still super cool.”

He returned to her and crowded her with his body against the window. The glass was cold to the touch, but she still pressed her palms against it, facing Rayer, her breathing quickening.

His lips were on her in a flash, and she moaned into his mouth. As she felt his hand inching up her long sweater, she tensed, but he increased the level of the kiss. Alondra melted against him and he eased his hand between her legs. As he parted the folds of her pussy, she tensed, and then felt as if she’d shatter in his arms as he began to rub her body there artfully. She tried to get away as pressure began to build in her. She didn’t really want to put distance between them; she just wasn’t sure she’d be able to handle what was about to happen.

He smiled against her lips, his tongue moving into her mouth once more. He worked his finger over her clit and Alondra cried out in his mouth as her entire body burst with pleasure. Wet slickness coated her inner thighs, and she knew then and there that she was literally dripping with need for the man before her.

He pressed a finger to her opening and held it there, letting her ride the wave of her orgasm. As her climax began to wane, he pushed a finger into her, meeting fleeting resistance before there was a quick, sharp pain. Rayer moved his thumb over her already swollen bud and brought another wave of pleasure rushing over her. He then thrust his finger into her fully, and her body clamped down around it.

He gasped, his body tensing against her. He broke the kiss a moment and then locked gazes with her. “Am I hurting you?”

She shook her head.

“Good,” he said, adding another finger, stretching her more.

She pressed her hands against the window harder, positive she wasn’t going to last if he made her orgasm again.

He kept fingering her as he kissed her forehead. “I wish very much to be one with you. To be inside you, but you are so tight. I could hurt you with my size.”

At that moment, she didn’t care. She wanted the fullness he was talking about. Wanted all of what he had to offer her. “Rayer.”

He sighed. “And, Alondra, you need to understand what this would mean. As much as the dragon side of me does not care about your feelings on the matter, as much as it wishes to claim what is rightfully his, I need you to know. I need you to give your blessing.”

“I give it,” she said quickly.

He worked his fingers into her faster, and she gasped, writhing her hips, wanting more. “You do not understand our way. My semen, if it comes into contact with your skin in any manner, will start the claiming. There is no going back. No changing your mind. You will forever belong to a dragon shifter. You will be my mate. My wife. Mine. I will own you.”

“Own me?” she asked, grabbing his arm to stop his movement.

His jaw tightened. “In a way, yes, but you would own me as well. I would belong to you and you alone. I would forever be yours.”

“We don’t know each other,” she protested, trying to move off his fingers, which were still buried deep in her pussy.

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