Whatever sex goddess had taken over my body and was acting as a wanton seductress, I loved her. I looked up at Blaise through my lashes and saw him watching me with a strained look on his face. His shaft was perfect, but big. It was a little scary looking since I wasn’t sure all that would fit in me, but I wasn’t about to back out.

I’d never wanted to do that to a man before. I’d never been turned on by the idea of pleasing a man in that way, in any way, really. But, on my knees in front of Blaise, watching his reaction, I felt like a queen.

“I need to taste you.” Blaise’s voice was rough as he grabbed me under the arms and hoisted me off my feet like I weighed nothing. He gently laid me on the bed and stood over me. His eyes were wide, and I wondered for a second if something was wrong. I was just about to ask when he spoke in a husky whisper, “You are perfect.”

I couldn’t help the sharp breath of air I sucked in when he knelt on the bed beside me. His body on display that way, I bit my lip and said a silent prayer of thanks for beautiful male dragons. Was it appropriate to pray? I took another assessing look. Nope, whoever had crafted the body of the man leaning over me deserved praise. All cut muscles and rippled abs and stiff hard manhood—not to mention other fun things. Like man nipples.

I took advantage of him lowering himself to lean up and flick my tongue over his nipple. His gasp told me that he’d liked it. I did it again and then found myself pinned flat to the bed gazing up at Blaise, with my arms over my head, my wrists held firmly in one of his large hands. He was on his side next to me, his eyes melting me.

“I want this to last.”

I curled my leg over his and stroked my foot up the back of his calf. “I want it to last, too.”

He pinned my legs flat by throwing his thickly muscled thigh over them. “Then you must behave.”

Behave? Why the hell did him telling me to behave turn me on? Maybe because I wasn’t someone who normally behaved just because a man said so. I arched against his restraints and forced a glare at him. The hell I would behave. Even if the idea sent a fresh wave of desire flooding my core.

Blaise leaned closer and brushed his lips over mine. His lips were gentle, silencing, until they weren’t. His kiss turned heated and his tongue invaded my mouth. His hand gripped my wrists more tightly because I was tugging to get free.

It was a scary thought in the back of mind, realizing how easy it was for the big dragon to take control over my body. The scary thing was how much I liked it.

I nipped his lip, displaying my dangerous side, and felt his warning growl from his chest. He kissed me harder, rough, brutish kisses that I was sure left beard burn across my skin. He nipped me back, leaving stinging swatches of skin as I stretched my neck up to him. He was punishing me for nipping him, but what a punishment.

My collarbone was devoured by his teeth, lips, and tongue. Then, my chest—a fairly flat plane of skin, my breasts being on the tiny side, nothing interesting that I’d ever noticed. Before Blaise. His tongue found places and things to do that I’d never before imagined. Between my breasts, below my breasts, one giant hand cupped my breast and crushed it against the side of his face before doing the same with the other. I didn’t even realize I had so much breast.

I arched, pleading silently for more. I was so close to the edge and he’d barely touched me below the waist.

As if sensing how desperate I was, Blaise took his time, prolonging my pleasure. I tugged at my wrists trying to free myself, but Blaise ignored me. He moved at his own pace, methodical yet passionate in his pleasuring of my body.

When he finally closed his mouth over my nipple, it was in a hard tug and suck that made me scream out. My core pulsed and I raised my hips, trying to get the slightest friction between my legs. I would come in a heartbeat with a mere touch. His thigh stayed locked over mine, though, and I was stuck on that precipice, trembling and close to tears from how badly I needed release.

Then, sweetly, he lightened his suction and laved my nipples, pulling them against his tongue gently and flicking them until I cried out again. Even the gentle tongue flicks were torture. He moved lower still, nipping at the bottom swell of my breasts and across my rib cage. Each rib got special attention. Each dip and swell of my torso was worshiped.

When he reached my navel, I groaned as his tongue dipped inside; he did it again and again until I shook. The fucking motion filled my head with more images—more images that I didn’t need when I was already so close to breaking apart.

Finally, his hand loosened on my wrists and then let go as he settled between my thighs, hooking them over his shoulders and pulling me up until my core was on full display to him and only my upper shoulders and head were still on the bed. I probably looked like part of a circus act, but I felt as though I was finally allowed a huge gulp of fresh air after being underwater for several minutes straight. He was going to let me come. I was going to get the release I needed.

“Put your hands on the top of your thighs and don’t move them.” His voice was dark and sharp like broken glass, but it was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced. His need for me was clear in its timbre.

I wanted to ask questions, take charge, boss him around, but I was too close to heaven, so I obeyed. I gripped the top of my thighs and nodded at him.

“I want to hear you, mate. I want to hear you scream for me.”

Not a fucking problem, I thought as he parted my thighs and dragged his nose along my inner thigh. I held my breath and waited for the contact. Blaise had other ideas, though. He was still torturing me.

He pressed his lips to the mound above my clit and then went back to my thighs. His tongue burned a wet trail all over my thighs and the crease near the apex of them. He nipped and sucked, lightly and then heavily, until I was lifting my hips, wiggling in search of his mouth. I needed more. He worked at his own pace, however.

Opening his mouth and taking the flesh of my folds in, he sucked and then let go with a pop. His teeth followed, and I cried out as his chin bumped into the center of my slit. I was so needy and desperate that I arched my back and lifted my hips, willing to take whatever I could get.

Blaise tsk-ed and leaned up so he could look into my eyes. “Enjoy the ride, mate.”

I moaned and dug my nails into my thighs. “Please, Blaise. I need more. Please. I need to come.”

Dropping his head, he flattened his tongue and stroked up my slit, only lightly dipping deeper to brush ever so slightly over my clit. Just when I thought I was going to remove my hands from my thighs and strangle him, he growled and forced his tongue into me, using it to fill me and fuck me; he swirled it as he squeezed his fingers into my hips pulling me tighter into his mouth.

I was lost. My head fell back on the bed, rocking back and forth. I did try to maintain some control, I really did, but I was already on the precipice and slipping over the edge…

And then Blaise lifted his head. “Tell me, my mate, is it the action of what’s happening or that I’m doing it that’s driving you so wild?”