Page 37 of The Dragon Sacrifice

When he finally made contact with her nipple, she jumped. She hadn’t really known how sensitive her breasts were, but Stenton was intent on showing her. He gripped the soft rise between his fingers and began stroking and pulling, the pleasure making Seela gasp. Each time his finger flicked over her nipple, Seela lurched in elation.

“If you think that’s good,” he said, chuckling, “just wait until I get going.”

His bravado was so sexy she wanted to mount him right there, virginity be damned, but he pushed her gently back against the blanket, situating his large body between her thighs. Then he lowered himself down over her, careful to hover just above her open bodice.

At first, his lips were the sweetest brush against her nipples. Soft and gentle. The thrill was still there, but now she wanted more, needed more. She put her hand against the back of his head, urging him to be rougher with her.

“That’s right,” he growled. “Show me what you want.”

She couldn’t believe her boldness. Seela drew her hand away, embarrassed at her impropriety. Stenton didn’t seem to notice. He was too busy using his tongue to lap at her breasts in a way that made all thought disappear, replaced by jolts that shot through her body, heating her up. The juncture of her desire ached with want, and it was getting worse by the second.

She arched against him, trying to rub away some of the longing, but his hard shaft only made the want burn brighter. He seemed to sense her maddening desire, chuckling as he moved away from her breasts and slid down.

“I knew you were a dirty girl, Seela. I love it.”

Seela lay back as he pushed up her skirt, disappearing beneath it. She could hardly contain herself as his hands moved over her thighs, making them shiver. Would he do as Langdon had done, use his skilled fingers to send her soaring? Oh Lords, she wanted it more than anything she’d ever wanted before.

“No undergarments?” he asked, his voice muffled beneath the folds of her dress. “That’s my girl.”

Had she forgotten to put any on since she’d soaked them with Langdon? She had. So forgetful. Or had it been something else? A new desire to entice these princes into doing what she wanted without asking? She didn’t have to ask Stenton to do anything. As she was pondering this, she felt his mouth settle down near her throbbing folds.

What was he—

His tongue flicked against her sweet spot. Seela jolted, the elation so intense she nearly came right there.

“Stenton,” she moaned. She plunged her hands into his hair, gripping him tighter to her.

His breath tickled her sensitive areas as he chuckled. “Hold on tight, darling.”

His tongue began slipping over the spot over and over. Seela cried his name again, lifting her hips as if to encourage him. It felt so good. Better than she’d ever imagined a touch could feel. And then he picked up the pace, licking her wet folds at a tempo that sent her head spinning.

She was a dirty girl. She loved this thing that Stenton was doing to her body. Grabbing her own breasts, she squeezed them, amplifying the feeling between her legs with another sensation on her nipples. The tingles traveled up and down her body, mini shockwaves of the earthquake that was coming. Seela tried to hold it off, but the sensations were just too amazing.

She felt her core clench and then release as the wave of ecstasy crashed over her. This went on and on, the orgasm lasting longer and burning brighter than what she’d experienced with Langdon. It was like her whole body was soaring through the brilliant blue sky outside. She threw her head back, letting it consume her.

When she was done, she lay back, exhausted.

Stenton lifted his head, still gripping her thighs in his broad hands. His face glistened with her juices, and a wave of embarrassment washed over her again. Yet, he looked happier than she’d ever seen him, his tussled hair and torn shirt making him appear as if he were the one who was thoroughly sexed and not her.

“You’re so sexy when you yell my name, Seela. I do hope my brothers were around to hear.”

Seela could feel her blush burning. She pulled her skirts down, then adjusted her bodice. “That was…”

“Spectacular,” Stenton said, moving around to sit beside her and caress her hair. He put his arms around her. It felt so good to be held and comforted, snuggled against his strong body. But the experience with Stenton had not turned off the fountain of desire that had started overflowing since she’d arrived. He’d seen what was under her dress, and now she wanted a peek into his trousers. Maybe more than a peek.

She turned to tell him so, but then spotted Langdon running at them from the cavern behind them.

“There you are,” he shouted, skidding to a halt. “Hurry. We’re under attack.”

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