Page 39 of Captured By the Scaled Outlaw
Lowell exhales a deep sigh, his eyes ravishing the exposed cleavage as I’m dipped to brush my nose with his. Control slips from my grasp, each heave of breath that floats from his lips seeming more inviting than the last.
Bumping me with his snout, he speaks in a hushed voice, “You know, I don’t care about this conversation anymore.”
I’m no longer in control as the amber flames consume me.
“Neither do I.”
Without letting another word pass between us, I crash my mouth against his.
Chapter 15
Lowell rumbles a needy moan into my mouth, the tremors reverberating throughout my skull and down my spine.
He releases his grip on my wrists, eagerly sliding his palms along my back to find their place cupped around my ass. Claws poke through the fabric of my pants as he fondles and squeezes, rocking me forward into his mouth at an increasing pace.
With my hands now free, they easily find their place on either side of Lowell’s head. I brush over his scars with my thumb, massaging the densely packed muscles of his face as they contort and flex.
Kissing a Lizardfolk is not as difficult as I thought it’d be, considering their large and textured mouths. Lowell’s lips are soft-yet-firm. Thin, but commanding space with ease. His rhythm is fevered, swallowing every one of my moans greedily while supplying his own right back.
It’s all I can do to keep myself from grinding into him, the desire to press my bare skin along the expanse of his scales lighting me ablaze. Kissing used to seem so dull, but now I wonder if I’ve ever truly been kissed at all.
Lowell tugs at my bottom lip with his teeth, quickly trying to take the lead. I don’t let him usurp control easily, nudging his head back with my chin in a bid to take it myself. We fight against one another in a heated battle, teeth clenched and denying the other entry, neither willing to concede.
As a last-ditch effort, I run my tongue over his bottom lip in a plea, but he counters with a bite. Teeth prick my tongue, leaving a coppery taste behind.
When I flinch, Lowell seizes the opportunity to spear between my parted lips with force, pushing its way in without permission.
Warmth envelops my core as he assumes control of my mouth, the wet, slick noises filling the space of our tiny tent. The expanse of his jaw nearly devours me in its ferocity, his tongues lapping up my saliva as though he’s a man starved.
The heat between us ignites to a blaze, my face flushed to a deep shade of red so intense it nearly burns.
With each drag of my lips, Lowell’s tongues split to coat either side of my own, dragging up to the tip of my tongue where he gives it a playful flick. Following his steady rhythm with ease, I tighten my grip painfully on his thick jaw.
A low, needy, animalistic growl bellows from the base of Lowell’s throat. Electricity ripples throughout my fingertips.
Goddess help me. He’s so sexy.
Lowell’s growing erection grazes against my ass as he keeps me steadily in place on his lap. The clicking sound from his jaw unhinging intensifies my arousal, his powerful kiss whisking my head from side-to-side.
Reaching one hand behind, I grasp the massive outline of Lowell’s cock straining against his pants. He grunts in response, recoiling from the sudden touch. I squeeze him, inhaling his breathy growls of pleasure into my lungs as if it’s the only air left in the tent.
Wanting more, I try to pull away from his kiss, but he yanks me back, biting my lower lip in disapproval. He licks the spot that now bleeds, almost apologetically. Pushing on his chest with force, he relents and lets me free.
Panting like an animal in heat, I smooth down my mussed hair andwipe my mouth with the back of my hand. No matter how much I try to calm myself down, I crave a deeper connection above all reasoning.
Dancing my fingers along the waist of his pants, I lay a palm over his groin to stroke him with a delicate, teasing pressure.
He sucks in a breath through his teeth, snapping his eyes shut.
“I’d like to return the favor, from last time,” I say, watching his beautifully desperate face.
Jaw flexing and neck muscles straining, he mumbles, “What the hell are you on about?”
A devious grin paints my lips. Slipping my fingers beneath the waistband of his underwear, I tug at it. “The dinner? It’s only fair that I return the pleasure to you.”
Pulling his lips into a line, his razor-sharp teeth bite his lower lip nearly in half. “That was a parting gift before death. It never needed to be repaid.”
“So you’d prefer I stop?” I inquire, halting my hand from moving any lower. If he wants to be stubborn, I’ll make him beg for it. I’m too drunk with power to let him wait for me to give in.
