Page 21 of Dragon King's Cursed Mate

Dain’s hands slid over her throat, shoulders, and the small of the back. He gripped her hips and pulled her tightly against him. His hard need pressed tightly against her body.

His tongue explored her mouth. Their bodies slowly rocked together as the kiss expressed a heated, aching need neither of them could describe with words.

“Seraphina,” he said in a raw, guttural voice. “I’ve wanted you since I first laid eyes on you.”

Her heart skipped a beat. She’d needed him for just as long. Her hands slid over his shoulders and trailed across his chest. She splayed her fingers over the muscular expanse of his chest, feeling his heart beating beneath her hand.

“I’ve waited so long for this,” she breathed.

His intense blue eyes looked deep into hers. A low growl rumbled that came from deep inside of him, and he kissed her again. It was slower, deeper, as though he intended to set fire to every cell in her body.

Their bodies moved together as the water rippled around them, splashing against the rocks. They held each other, locked together in a kiss that burned hotter than any flame she’d ever touched. His palms roamed her skin, rough and claiming, like a dragon holding onto what was his. He gripped her hips like he owned them, like he’d tear her apart if she tried to leave.

He lifted her into his arms, carrying her from the cool, swiftly moving creek water to the mossy bank, and laid her tenderly down on the soft, green bed.

Dain’s breathing was jagged as he looked at Seraphina, his eyes traveling the length of her body. “Seraphina. I can’t fight against this anymore.”

Her heart thudded in her chest. She gently touched his face, her fingertips tracing the contours of his jaw. “I know.”

He kissed her throat and Seraphina arched her back, trying to remember to breathe. Her body trembled from the aching need that consumed her, the gentleness of his touch, and the connection of their souls.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered.

She cupped his face, looking deep into his eyes. “Don’t you dare,” she whispered, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. “I want you.”

His hands weren’t gentle anymore. They moved over her like her body belonged to him. Possessive. Claiming. And she didn’t want him to stop.

He reached between her legs and pushed two fingers inside of her wetness.

She gasped and gripped his shoulders.

Dain sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, gently nibbling it, flicking it with his tongue.

She reached down and wrapped her hand around his long, thick cock. Stroking it. Loving the feral sounds her touch created.

He growled in the back of his throat. Dain’s mouth moved to her other nipple, licking it, sucking it.

Her body jerked, and she whimpered as Dain’s thumb found her clit, circling it devastatingly slow. She thrust her hips into his hand, mewing.

“Dain…” The sound was barely a whisper.

Seraphina whimpered as his tongue traced down her throat. His teeth grazed against her collarbone. Her center clenched against nothing as the heat flooded through her. Every inch of her burned, stealing her breath away.

He growled in her ear. “Tell me what you need.” His voice was raw and full of aching hunger.

She could barely speak. Her body was on fire, and she was lost in the sensations his touch created.

“Dain!” she cried out.

“That’s it. Come for me. Let me feel how badly your body needs mine.”

She tried to remember how to breathe as she shattered. Pleasure tore through her in waves, fierce and consuming. Her body tightened around nothing, aching and desperate, her moans swallowed by his kiss.

“Tell me what you need,” he growled.

“You. I need you inside of me,” she whispered. Her face reddened with a sudden shyness, but she didn’t look away.

“You will only ever belong to me. You are mine.” His feral need glowed in his eyes.

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