Page 732 of Love Bites

His arm tightened around her waist, and his hand moved down to her butt, pressing, as he mouthed her shoulder.

She whispered, “What else does your dragon want?”

“You,” he whispered, his voice rougher. “He wants you. All of you. In my arms and gasping my name. I’ve been starving for you and couldn’t touch you.”

He nipped her neck, scraping her skin with his teeth.

It hurt, too rough, and she gasped to tell him to stop.

His kiss soothed her skin just like when he’d kissed away the sea monster’s jellyfish sting. The quick contrast between the bite and the rush of pleasure afterward spun her around harder.

Her fingers tightened on his shoulders, digging in, and she let her head drop back.

Math moved, his body rubbing against her.

Her towel snagged on his clothes and loosened. She could have grabbed it, but she let it fall onto the countertop behind her.

He backed up for a second, taking a long, scorching look at her body, and he bit his lower lip with the slightest of grins before grabbing her again.

His hands roamed her body, stroking and caressing her until she was pulling at his clothes. He kissed her until her lips felt swollen and she was panting into his mouth. When he pulled off his shirt and flung it on her kitchen tile, she leaned back to take a look at the ripples and crevices of his lean abdominals and pecs, and then she explored the velvet of his skin and the long, vibrant dragon tattoo on his ribs on his right side. She couldn’t feel ridges from the tattoo in his skin, but the tattooed area felt warmer under her fingers than his cool skin surrounding it.

He grabbed her again, kissing her and stroking her skin and breasts. He was rough, a little, but not too rough.

Just rough enough to make her crave more.

As Math sucked his way down Bethany’s neck, she leaned back, balancing on the edge of the counter.

Warmer air trickled up her neck, like a tendril of warmth from a heating vent.

When Math glanced up at her from where he was tonguing her breast, the sparks in his eyes had turned to rushing fire.

The sight bumped her out for a minute, and she flinched away from him.

His mouth on her gentled. “Did I hurt you?”

“No. You’re fine. You’regreat.Are you sure you’re not going to transform?”

“Positive. It’s never happened. I have complete control over my dragon soul, in that way.”

“When do you not have control over him?”

“You sound scared.”

“I’ve never been with a dragon shifter. I’ve never evenmeta dragon shifter before.”

Math’s deep voice slipped over her skin. “You don’t have to be afraid of my dragon. He won’t hurt anyone, especially you.”

He pressed her farther back on the kitchen counter and lifted her knees over his shoulders, the warm wetness of his tongue slipping over her belly and between her folds.

Bethany let her head fall back, and she let herself feel what he was doing to her. Nothing about him scared her anymore, not as long as he kept doingthat.Firm, wet strokes worked her body, deeper, theninsideher.

The deep, strong orgasm fanned through her body, long waves of ecstasy that drove all thoughts and fear and worry from her mind.

When the bliss ebbed, Math was standing between her thighs again, his arms wrapped around her. She was clinging to him, still gasping.

“Ready?” he asked.

Somehow, impossibly, Bethany was hungry for more of him. She nodded, still shuddering from aftershocks, but her body wanted to take him inside her.

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