Page 55 of Fire Dragon
But here she was for the second time in a just a few weeks, being taken to bed by the dragon of her dreams.
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Once inside the room, Liam heard Emma gasp. He smiled because he understood why.
“It’s so beautiful.” Her voice was barely a whisper.
She was the first woman he’d ever brought to his bedroom. The design had come from his fire dragon. Red crystals were embedded in the shape of flames against each obsidian wall. A similar design covered the ceiling.
He’d never said as much and maybe one day he would, but he’d pictured Emma here a dozen times. Sometimes she rode him. Other times, he was buried deep inside her. Now she was here.
To the left of the bed was a fire pit, something his dragon had insisted on.
He set her on her feet to let her get used to the space and to him.
“I’m going to build a fire,” he said.
Crossing to the pit, he stacked up kindling and logs then tossed on a layer of granulated starter, something his fire dragon loved.
He stood back, lit a match and tossed it onto the center of the logs.
The fire erupted into a wild burst of flames.
When Emma drew up beside him, he saw that she’d taken off her clothes. He loved that she felt so free with him.
He wanted to devour her. Where his dragon fangs would form, his teeth and gums pulsed with need. He’d never experienced this particular sensation before like he wanted to bite her.
“It’s vented,” Emma said, redirecting his thoughts. “You’ve thought of everything.” Her gaze was fixed to the ceiling where the smoke and heat could escape.
“Is it too hot?” He didn’t want her to be uncomfortable.
“Not at all.” Her lips were swollen, eyes dilated, nipples peaked. Total turn on.
He shifted toward her surprised that this time he could see her fire dragon ripple over the surface of her skin. With his hand, he followed the flow across the top of her chest and over her shoulder. “Are you sure you’re only fifteen percent dragon?”
“I’ve had the tests.” She touched his face then glided her fingers into his hair. “Honestly? I think this is about you, how my dragon reacts to you.”
“She’s beautiful. Iridescent. I see some violet and gold as well as the red. I’m sensing both storm and fire. Storm is latent, but it’s there.” His gaze tracked the same movements down her arm and over her fingers. He continued to caress her dragon wherever it appeared.
“You’re exactly right,” she said. “There are sub-dragon species as well. But could you do me a favor?”
He met her gaze. “Anything.”
“Lose your clothes. I want to see your dragon, too.”
He chuckled then moved slowly as he lifted his tank up and over his head. He flexed his muscles. He knew the effect it had on women. Emma’s eyes flared.
The moment his chest was bare, her hands founds him and began to fondle. Her lips came next.
He needed his pants off. His erection was pressing hard against his zipper. But he didn’t want her to stop what she was doing. Her mouth had found his right nipple and she’d begun to suck. The sensation went straight to his cock.
He finally put his hands on her arms and forced her back. She protested with a soft moan. As he began to unzip, her nails scraped over the muscles of his shoulders and he had even more trouble freeing his arousal.
Once his jeans were off, she plastered herself against him and he loved it. Emma held nothing back. She was with him now the same way she served as a dragon-rider. She was all in.
The heat from the fire drew his dragon forward.
She kissed him then met his gaze. “Your eyes are glowing,” she said. “Your dragon is so close.”
