Page 34 of A Dragon's Desire (The Pretern Wars 2)

She cupped his cheek. “Be with me, Sorin. Everything else can wait. I can’t. We can’t.”

“I love you,” he said, still holding back, although she felt the pulse of his need, so vibrant and real it threatened to drive them both mad. “Think it mad of me if you must. But you have to hear it. If you don’t believe it yet, I understand. But I’ll make you—”

“I believe you. I don’t know what we are to each other, but I know we belong together.” She tugged him closer. “Now be with me. Don’t make me beg.”

Sorin hooked one arm under her neck, cupping his palm to the supple curve where it gave way to the shoulder in a possessive grip. Then he yanked at the material of her shirt, tearing a gasp from her along with the fabric as it shredded under his touch—too easily, and with a sizzle of heat that whispered of the fire that lived in him. Then, still staring at her with the fervent desperation of a man blind to all else, he caught her knee and pulled it high then pushed it outward.

Gia caught her breath as she felt the blunt head of his penis press against her, bit her lip as memories of his large, powerful form swam through her mind. Instinctively, she tightened. She was a woman who enjoyed sex, but it had been a long time...and she’d never been with a bloody dragon, even one who shifted into a sexy-as-sin male like the one slowly driving her mad.

“You’re hot and sweet as the most delicious honey,” Sorin muttered as he dipped to press a kiss to her mouth. “Open for me, Gia. Burn me with that fire.”

As he spoke, he stroked a hand down her side, cupped her breast.

She whimpered as he caught her nipple, still separated from him by simple cotton.

“So soft. So responsive.” He pinched, tugged.

She arched up, moaning, and he eased deeper. A harsh moan rumbled out of him. “So. Fucking. Tight.”

“It’s...been a while, dragon,” she said, the words squeezing out of her as he came more fully into her. “I’ve been...preoccupied.”

He nipped her lip. “I’m not complaining.”

Releasing her knee, he moved his grip to her rump and canted her hips higher, his strength easy and sure. “You hug my cock like you were made to do so. It’s just...” He made himself stop, eyes squeezing tight as he felt her clenching around him. “I want to fall on you and rut like I would have when I was a foolish boy with no control. And I don’t want to hurt you.”

She peered up at him, then, slowly, smiled. “Get on your back, dragon.”

He went still. When the smug, sensual confident on her face only widened, he pulled away and rolled to his back, staring at her as she came to her knees next to him, then swung one leg over his hips. Her bra still covered her breasts and he went to reach for it, but she nudged his hands down. “Don’t make me break a hex out here...you’re not the only one who can get tricksy with magic in bed.”

“Woman...” It came out a ragged growl.

“Hush.” She bent low, bit his lower lip. “Since you won’t fall on me and rut like a foolish boy out of fear of hurting me, I guess the job is up to me.”

She stripped her bra off, let it dangle teasingly from one finger while the forearm of her free arm covered her breasts.

As his growl intensified, she dropped it and tossed her hair back, sitting up straight and proud, straddling his hips and loving every second of the way he stared at her, gaze rapt and hungry.

If she’d been a lesser woman, that hunger might have intimidated her.

But Gia craved it, craved the need she saw in him, for it was an echo of what she felt. Now, finally, she knew why she’d felt so empty, so alone all her life.

She’d been waiting for him. For this man. This other part of herself.

Still smiling at him, she trailed a hand down her midsection, lower, lower, lower, until she could trace a fingertip over the thick, dark head of his erection, pinned to his belly by her weight.

He hissed and arched up, seeking more.

Gia adjusted her position, then, gripping his cock to steady it, starting to sink down on him.

He reached for her hips.

She hissed at him.

Eyes widening in surprise, Sorin let his hands fall back, bringing them up to his head in a show of temporary surrender. “My apologies, witchling mine.”

Gia’s lids drifted down as she eased back up, hardly taking a bare inch of his length before retreating. He groaned in frustration, but barely a breath later, she started another downward stroke and this time, he made a low, humming sound of approval.

Her head fell back as she worked herself down on him, bit by bit, her sex squeezing him, every muscle in her body tensed as the pleasure built higher and higher.

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