Page 46 of Bride of the Black Dragon
“Oh, Goddess!” I gasp, my hips bucking.
He looks up at me through a fall of black silk hair, eyes glowing like twin suns behind his heavy lashes.
“Mmm, little dove, you’re so sweet inside.” His deep voice is full of hunger—all dark velvet and heat. “I need to taste you deeper.”
He stands in one smooth motion, powerful arms sweeping under my thighs, lifting me effortlessly.
I barely manage to clutch my towel to my chest as he carries me across the marble floors. His big strides are purposeful, but not rushed—he’s clearly savoring this…savoring me.
He places me in the center of his enormous bed, sinking me into the lush sea of deep charcoal sheets and golden linens. Then he props a plush pillow beneath my hips, tilting me up just so.
Oh Goddess—he’s really going to do this! My heart is racing and my thighs are trembling. I’ve never felt so bare, so open… so exposed.
And yet… I don’t feel ashamed—not with him.
Xaren kneels at the foot of the bed and settles between my legs like a man about to enjoy a feast—only the feast is me.
Me and my pleasure…my surrender to him…to his mouth on my pussy.
“You…” My voice wobbles as I look down at him, hair fanned out on the pillows. “You’re sure you want to do this? I mean…you really want to taste me there?”
He lifts a brow, golden eyes dark with desire.
“Why wouldn’t I?” he growls. “Doesn’t it feel good, little dove?”
I nod helplessly.
“Yes, it feels… really good. But I just didn’t think…I mean, most men?—”
“I’m not most men, or haven’t you noticed?” His lips curl into a wicked smile. “Besides… I want to taste you. And my Drake wants to taste you, too—through me.”
My eyes widen. “He… he does?”
“Of course.” He presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh. “Drakes always love to taste their mates. So relax, little dove. Let me taste you. Let me make you feel good.”
He doesn’t wait for permission—he knows he has it. No doubt he can tell by the way my thighs part for him, spreading open almost of their own accord.
His big hands slide up my legs, spreading me even wider, exposing my pussy, which by this time is getting quite wet. But instead of shame, I feel…a thrill—like lightning trapped beneath my skin. His thumbs spread my lips gently and then?—
“Oh!” I gasp.
He leans in and kisses me. There.
A hot, open-mouthed kiss, right on my clit, which is aching and throbbing by now.
Then he licks me—slow and deliberate—from the mouth of my pussy all the way up to my clit again.
My back arches and my fingers find their way into his thick, black hair. I need something to hold on to!
He licks me again, savoring me as he drags his tongue slowly over my inner pussy, making me moan and writhe under him.
Oh Goddess—it’s almost too much!
I clutch his hair tighter, fingers tangling in the thick, silky strands, tugging by instinct, pulling him even closer to my aching sex.
He growls against my pussy and does it again…and again…and again until I’m gasping and moaning and arching against him.
His tongue teases my clit, flicking lightly, then circling. Then sucking.
