Page 33 of Bound to the Dragon
Blaze peers down at me, sweeping away a stray strand of hair from my cheeks. “I’ve been counting the minutes to be here with you.”
In answer, I boldly reach between us, cupping the hardness of his erection through his pants, feeling the length and girth that I’m already dreaming about filling me again. It’s all I’ve been thinking about.
He hisses, hips bucking into my touch. Our gazes lock intently.
“I want to move in here with you.”
“Really?” Something snaps in his hazel eyes. A low growl rumbles from his chest as he claims my mouth again, kissing me so thoroughly I feel it down my throat, tickling the back of my neck.
His hands roam my curves, sliding under my top to palm my breasts. He rolls my nipples between his fingers, adding delicious sparks to the heat building in my core.
“Too many clothes,” he rasps, tearing at the hem of my shirt.
I raise my arms to help him, and in seconds, all of our clothes are off, and I’m bare to his heated gaze. Self-consciousness starts to creep in, but the raw hunger on Blaze’s face as he drinks me in stops it.
His mouth is on me again, trailing scorching kisses down my neck. He pauses to suck on my collarbone. I tangle my fingersin his hair, urging him lower. He obliges, closing his lips around one straining nipple.
I cry out at the sensation, my head thumping back against the wall. Blaze laves my aching peaks with his tongue, teasing mercilessly until I’m writhing against him.
“Blaze, please…”
His fingers dip between my thighs, groaning at the wetness he finds. “Is this all for me?” His voice is a low rumble that I feel in my chest.
“Yes,” I whimper, grinding shamelessly against his hand.
He rewards me by thrusting two thick fingers deep inside with a slight hook, and I mewl.
The pleasure spirals tighter and tighter, and my center clenches around his digits. In and out, his fingers move, and I push my center against him, matching his rhythm, trying to create the friction I so desperately need between my thighs. His thumb finds my clit, circling the sensitive nub until I’m trembling on the precipice of letting go completely.
“That’s it. Come for me, Maddi,” he coaxes.
I shatter with a hoarse cry, his name a plea on my lips.
Wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me as he works me through the intense peak.
Before I can catch my breath, Blaze is lifting me, urging my legs around his waist, and my back rests against the wall. His grip on me is firm; I’m secure in his arms as his tongue slides down my neck, and then back up, before taking my lower lip between his teeth. I respond with a fervent kiss, opening my mouth to allow his tongue entrance.
My need for him is intense, and my body pulses with desire. I circle my hips against his length, feeling his hardness rub up against my clit.
I’m mad with desire.
“Blaze,” I beg, unable to take his teasing any longer, permitting him to do whatever he wants to me.
The thick head of his cock nudges my entrance, and then, with one powerful thrust, he’s sheathed to the hilt inside me.
We both groan at the exquisite stretch and fullness. He stills, giving me a moment to adjust to his size, peppering my face with soft kisses.
When I experimentally roll my hips, he takes it as the green light. Blaze sets a deep, driving rhythm, taking me hard and fast against the wall. The slick slide of him inside me, hitting that perfect spot on every thrust, has me quickly careening towards another peak.
“You feel incredible,” he pants against my neck. “So. Fucking. Perfect.”
“Harder,” I plead, nails digging into his muscled back. “I’m so close…”
He increases his efforts, his hips positioning furiously, a male possessed. The obscene slap of flesh against flesh mingles with our moans and gasps, a sensual symphony. With every thrust, his pelvic bone stimulates my clit, sending pulses of euphoria throughout my body, making every nerve tingle with pleasure.
His firm grip on my ass pushes and pulls me over his erection, and the feelings are so intense, I can’t breathe.
“Come with me,” he demands.
