Page 29 of Bound to the Dragon
But the most impressive thing in the room is the masterpiece standing at the foot of the bed, the blatant desire in his eyes making me wet already. My chest heaves as he just studies me like he doesn’t know where to start.
I sit up, but I don’t get very far as he pounces on me, his mouth crushing down on me and stealing my breath away. Strong hands cup around my ass, his hold pulling me toward him.
His hot bulge meets the heat of my center as my jean skirt rides up higher, legs spreading around him.
“Fuck, why were we fighting this?” His speech is muffled as he makes his way across my neck and clavicles, tongue and lips exploring every inch of me.
My skin prickles as his fingers trail around the front of my thighs like he knows exactly where to go.
Every sensation is magnified, and I close my eyes, wrapping my ankles across his muscled back. My shirt and bra disappear under his skilled hands, and I moan slightly as his mouth finds the taut skin of my nipple. His lips seal onto my sensitive peak, his caresses grow more intense, the tips of his fingers sliding my panties aside to discover my wet core.
Blaze raises his head to look at me. “Why are you always fighting me?”
My eyes open, and I offer him a sheepish grin. “I’m not fighting you now, am I?”
“You might be by the time I’m finished with you,” he vows, and another surge of heat bursts through me.
His hair tickles the bare skin of my stomach as he lowers his mouth over the curve of my waist and along the line of my hips. His left hand pulls my skirt off, and I unhook my legs long enough to lose the remaining pieces of clothes to the floor. Tangled together, I shiver as he takes in my scent. Again, my eyes fall closed, and I savor the tease of his breath against my pussy, our heartbeats in perfect rhythm.
The first lap of his tongue against me almost sends me to the ceiling, the spot perfect, as if he had been there a hundred times before. His laps grow more intense as my hand tangles in the hair at the nape of his neck, my back arching to meet him. Desire thrums between us, the bond growing deeper as tension coils at my core.
My body trembles as the climax builds, and his grip on my ass tightens as I finally surrender to the sensation. The orgasm tears through me, leaving me breathless and shaking against his mouth. Blaze releases a deep groan of satisfaction, and I can feel how much he wants me in the way his hands dig into my skin. His tongue works me relentlessly through every pulse and spasm, drawing out my pleasure until I’m gasping.
Only when my body finally stills does he begin kissing his way up, lingering on my hip bone, trailing across my ribs, teasing the sensitive skin beneath my breasts. By the time he reaches my mouth, I’m already aching for him again.
Still trembling in the aftermath, I hold him close, our lips locking, along with our eyes.
“You are my fated mate, whether or not you like it, Madison,” he growls. “It’s time you let it go.”
His thickness presses against my entrance, then slowly slides inside me, stretching me in the most exquisite way. The feeling is overwhelming. He fills me completely, as if our bodies were designed for this exact moment. I gasp at the sheer size of him, the delicious pressure making my head fall back.
He captures my mouth again, his tongue sliding against mine as he gives me time to adjust.
My legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper, and we find our rhythm together—slow at first, then building. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure through me, and I can’t help the soft moans that escape my lips. Blaze kisses along my jawline and down my neck, his breath warm against my skin as his pace increases.
My fingers rake down his back, and he shudders at the contact. The pressure builds inside me again, different this time, deeper, more intense. When the second climax hits, I cry out his name, my body clenching around him.
He pulses and grows even harder inside me, his control beginning to fray.
“Are you ready for me?” he rasps, and I can’t find my voice to respond.
With a long, final thrust that reaches the very core of me, he loses control completely. The heat of his release floods me, and a deep moan tears from my throat as I throw my head back against the pillows.
My thighs fall apart, satisfied, as he collapses on top of me with a shuddering groan that vibrates through his chest into mine. His weight is heavy but comforting, pinning me to the bed as we both struggle to catch our breath. Our skin is slick with sweat, our hearts beating in sync.
We cling to each other wordlessly, my arms wrapped around his broad shoulders while his face is buried in the curve of my neck.
His breath gradually evens out against my skin. I want to freeze this moment, to capture the perfect contentment and safety I feel in his arms.
But even as I savor the afterglow, a part of my mind can’t help spinning forward. What happens now? How will this change things between us? The questions hover at the edge of my consciousness, but I push them away, choosing instead to focus on the solid warmth of him above me and the lingering echoes of pleasure still humming through my body.
I move out from under him and turn on my side to look at him, but his eyes are closed.
Is he sleeping?
As if he heard my silent question, he speaks. “You should move your things in here. Tonight.”
My jaw slackens at the completely unexpected suggestion. “You want me to move in here? With you?”
