CHAPTER EIGHT
Ryan
Looking down on Steph’s cooper hair and seeing her pink tongue slid up his cock drove him crazy. She sucked the head into her mouth and he felt like he was going to explode. Her tongue swirled around the head and when it hit the sensitive “v” he groaned. His balls tightened, and he felt the rush that signaled his completion.
But he wanted to make this last, wanted more of her. He pulled away.
Disappointment brimmed in her green eyes. “What? You don’t like it?”
“No. I like it too much. He put his knee between her legs and put his hands on her shoulders and guided her to lay flat on the bed. He pushed her skirt around her hips and found to his delight lacy and skimpy black underwear. That Miss Prim and Proper wore something that drove him to dive between her legs, so he did. He buried his face in that skimpy lace where her musk hit him full force. He pushed aside the thin strip that covered her intimate treasures and brushed his tongue against her pink flesh.
She was divine, utterly delicious, and he had to have more. His tongue explored every nook and crevice of her petals that were soaked with her cream. She moaned when he put his mouth over her mound and sucked at her clit through the lace. Steph bucked into his mouth and moaned and Ryan wanted nothing more than to sink inside her heat. He put his hand on the undergarment and tore it off her. He didn’t care. He’d buy her a dozen more panties. Ryan wanted her flesh in his mouth. He licked and suckled her sweetness until she was grinding against his mouth calling his name and begging him.
“Please, Ryan,” she whimpered pleading for her release. But it wasn’t going to be that quick or that easy. There was more that he wanted of her. His hands ripped open the flimsy clasp of her bra Her gorgeous breasts spilled out, and he rose up and sucked a rosy nipple into his mouth.
“Oh!” she cried sharply. He laved her nipple with the tip of his tongue and then did the same thing to the other nipple. She pushed her hips into his rubbing against his cock that was still in his boxers. He pulled those down and lowered himself against her mound. The cream from her, the wet from his mouth created a wonderful place to slide against, teasing her, teasing himself. A fire burned inside him, the heat rose through his spine and if he didn’t stop what he was doing, he would shoot his load right now.
He slid back down between her thighs, lapping her sweet cream by spearing his tongue inside her. She gasped and grabbed his hair, holding him in place. He could barely breathe, but he felt the electricity rushing through her body, building in a tidal wave, ready to break.
“Ryan,” she screamed. Heat sizzled the length of his spine swirling around his balls, his cock swelling so that it felt like steel. He wanted this woman, more than he ever wanted one in his life. She lay gasping and trying to catch her breath.
“Are you okay?”
She smiled dreamily.
More than. That was fucking incredible.
There. Right there. He did hear her thoughts.
His cock pulsed demanding that he return to the matter at hand. She was so beautiful laying beneath him and all he could think was how much he needed to be inside her. He searched her face and reached for her thoughts.
I want you.
Take me.
She trembled under him with unexpressed desire and that stoked his need for her higher. He fumbled in the nightstand looking for a condom but found none.
Damn, he thought.
Don’t worry. Birth control.
In his mind, he got an image of the implant in her arm. And then he got another image of him inside her. She was thinking this. Steph wanted him.
Wickedly he slid his cock against her sensitive mound once again but that made her only wetter. And drove him insane.
He guided his cock to her entrance, but the wet and heat at the tip overloaded his senses. Ryan thrust and sunk deep into her.
She was perfect. Absolutely perfect. Steph was tight, but not so much that he winced with discomfort. Seated inside her he held himself above her on his arms and leaned down and kissed her.
Their thoughts tangled as their tongues did. He felt all her emotions, her joy at their joining, the heat in her body. He moved. Their thoughts intertwined, and he did not know where he began and she ended. As her desire rose once more it was as if it curled around his spine. He gripped her hips as she pulsed around him. Her sheath was wet and wrapped him like silk. He lost sense of who he was and was lost in the sense of the two of them entwined body, mind and soul. He moved within her and spiraled toward their release, rising high, pleasure pulsing through every nerve, building to a white explosion that stretched into infinity that stole his breath.
“Mine, mine,” thrummed in his head to the beating of his heart.
What he did next was pure instinct. He rose up on his arms found her neck and sunk his teeth in the meat of her shoulder just above the clavicle. Steph cried out but not in pain. He rode the wave of her third orgasm with her, the one brought on by the mark he made on her neck.
Ryan shuddered at the end of his orgasm barely able to breathe. He clasped his hands behind her neck and kissed her once more, but this time soft and sweet. His heart swelled for the delicious woman he held.
“That was amazing,” he said.
“Yes,” she agreed. Steph touched the bite on her shoulder.
“Why did you do that?”
“Seemed like the right thing to do. I marked you and now you’re mine.”
She sat up alarm written on her face.
“What? You did what?”
“Relax. The spirit moved me and it was good for both of us, wasn’t it?”
“Well, take it back. Now.”
“Take it back? Steph, we were just having fun.”
“Just fun? Ryan, a claiming bite is a serious thing for dragons.”
He laughed sure she was getting upset over nothing. “How would you know?”
“I’ve had an interest in dragons since I was a little girl.”
“Oh, so you are a dragon expert.”
“No. I just know a few pieces of information about them. And what I learned was a claiming bite is more serious than marriage.”
Now a cold chill ran down Ryan’s spine.
“Marriage?”
“More serious than.”
“Oh, fuck.”