Page 32 of The Dragon Sacrifice

She gazed into his eyes, wanting to believe but having a hard time. “A woman who throws herself at three men, three brothers,in the span of a few days cannot garner their respect. It isn’t… proper.”

“Is that what you’re worried about?” He gave a bright laugh. “I assure you, dragons have no such hang-up with women. That’s human nonsense. We have many women in our history who bedded lots of dragons, and no one had ill will toward them. In fact, many dragon men desire a woman who… uh… knows what she’s doing.”

Seela blushed. How could it be true? Still, Langdon seemed sincere.

“Well, that’s good,” she said, still unsure. “But I definitely do not know what I am doing.”

Langdon’s gaze warmed. “That is something I could help you with.” He took a step forward until there was very little space between them. “If you’d like me to show you.”

Her heart began to pound as she thought about the things Langdon was implying. She traced the lines of his hard chest with her eyes, the curve of his jaw, the way his hair fell around his ears. She wanted to run her hands over his pectorals, feel the rise of his nipples under her palms.

She shivered.

He slid up to her until their bodies were touching. His voice was a low growl as he placed both hands on either side of her head. She was mesmerized by his blue eyes. They seemed to pulse in the candlelight. “If you’d like me to teach you a few things, just say so.”

Oh Lords, not this again. She couldn’t say so. That was her whole problem!

But she needed release so badly. The pulse in her warm, wet womanhood was stealing all of her brainpower. The ache was building, and she didn’t know if she could stand to have the tension build with no release again. She would burst.

Biting her lip, she gave a quick nod of her head.

He smiled. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

Wasting no time, Langdon directed her to one of the leather club chairs. He backed her into it, helping her ease down. Then he knelt between her legs, pushing her knees apart in a way that made her gasp, a thrill racing up her spine.

“Mmm, you smell delicious,” he said, his voice taking on a gravely quality that made it extremely sexy. One hand gripped her ankle under her dress, beginning to slide upward.

Seela’s chest rose and fell as his fingers trailed up her leg. Just knowing his hand was under her skirts made her pant with desire. What was he going to do to her? She could only imagine, but her imagination was making her even hotter.

The other hand started up her other leg, touching and caressing. Her knees began to shake.

He glanced from her skirts to her face. “If there’s anything I’m doing that makes you uncomfortable, I want you to tell me to stop. Understand?”

She nodded, her lips pressed together. She never wanted him to stop. Her head was spinning. One hand was above the knee, sliding toward her inner thigh. The other was right behind it. The two sensations in tandem were amazing.

“All right, then,” he growled. “Let me show you what it feels like to soar.”

His hands moved faster, bunching up her skirts. His head disappeared beneath as his fingers caressed around the fabric of her undergarments. Then he slowly began to work them down.

Seela arched against the chair in anticipation, helping him shimmy the fabric down her hips and over her ass. He slid them down her legs with deliberate slowness that had Seela aching with desire.

“Oh, you’re so wet,” he murmured appreciatively as he settled himself between her legs again.

But then his hands were gone from her thighs. What was he—

One finger caressed the soft fold at the top where her desire was centered. A bolt of pleasure shot up Seela’s body. “Oh Lords!” she cried. “What was that?” No one had ever touched her there before.

He chuckled. “Let me show you.”

He began circling it slowly with his thumb. With each stroke, the pleasure doubled. Seela threw her head back, moaning as wave after wave of sweetness mixed with wild animal lust pumped through her veins. Her hands gripped the chair’s armrest hard enough to crack the leather as she called out his name. “Langdon…”

But he wasn’t done. His other hand slid up the warm flesh, playing, teasing. Slowly, he eased a fingertip into her entrance. She shot upright with a jolt of pure ecstasy she hadn’t known was possible.

But then, he began working both hands in tandem, back and forth up and down. His fingers moved deeper inside and over her slick sweet spots like he’d known them all his life. Seela felt the ache building inside her, better, higher. She bit her lip and moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. Tingles broke out all over her body. Langdon growled, voice thick with pleasure as he drove her higher.

The dam of pleasure burst. Ripples of ecstasy poured out over her body like liquid lightning. She soared high, calling out his name, riding it as long as she could.

When she’d finally come down, panting and exhausted, she met Langdon’s gaze from where he still knelt between her legs. He looked very pleased with himself as he helped her straighten her skirts.

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