It was the cocky assuredness with which Blaise spoke that should’ve turned me off, but it had the opposite effect instead. It fueled the flames already scorching me. I wanted to grab him by the hair and maneuver him to where I itched for him the most, but I obeyed and kept my palms where they were supposed to be as I licked my lips. “Don’t stop.”

His laugh was a dark rumble, and then his tongue was on me again, more intense. He licked me in long strokes that started near my clit and didn’t end until he was someplace I’d never imagined letting anyone go. The experience was dirtier and wilder than anything I’d ever thought I’d do, but I couldn’t tell him no. Not when my body was bending and bowing to his will.

More pleasure and pain mingled when he focused his attention on my clit, taking the sensitive nub into his mouth and gently scraping it with his teeth before sucking and flicking his tongue over it. I was already so far gone that I couldn’t stop the piercing scream that preceded my raging orgasm. It started in my toes, locking them in a painful curl, and then stiffened my entire body until the tension centered in my core and snapped. I felt moisture flood from me and the sensation of Blaise lapping it up. My head spun, and I lost focus on the room as I succumbed to the dizzying ecstasy.

It went on and on until I locked my knees around Blaise’s head to get him to stop licking me for just a second. It was too much. Too much sensation, too many lightning pulses from my clit.

I hadn’t even realized I’d grabbed his head until he pried my thighs open and looked up at me with hungry eyes. My fingers were entwined in his hair, pulling too tightly. I forced them to uncurl and let my arms fall to my sides. Limp and feeling dazed, I focused up at the ceiling and noticed that Blaise had large wooden beams up there. Way up there.

“You taste like fudge brownies and vanilla cream. My favorite.” He moved back up my body, lying on his side next to me. His eyes moved over my bare flesh, and his steel erection rested on top of my thigh, and damned if it didn’t look even larger than it had before. When I reached to touch it, he took my hand and shook his head. “Not yet. If you touch me, I’m bound to end this early.”

I bit my lip. “That was…so much better than I ever thought it could be.”

He cupped my breast in his hand and leaned over to press his lips to mine. Long and lingering, he let me taste myself on his tongue and then pulled back to meet my gaze. “You are the most beautiful female I have ever seen. You take my breath away.”

I felt my cheeks go rosy and reached down to capture his shaft in my trembling hands. Something about the way he was staring at me hit me deeper in the feels than it should have. A one-night stand meant one night and no feelings. So, why was this thing resembling deeper feelings bubbling up in my chest? Stupidity. That was why. No other reason. Well, that orgasm might have had something to do with it. Either way, I had to push it back down and focus on the task at hand. In hand.

“I want you, Blaise.”

He growled low in his throat and rolled us so that I was on top of him. Straddling him, his hard length was trapped between us, pulsing against my core. “Rock against me like this.”

I gasped when he gripped my hips and shifted them forward and then backward. The motion rocked my clit against him in the most delicious way. My eyes instantly rolled back in my head, and I leaned forward to brace my palms against his chest while picking up the pace of the movement.

“That’s it. Ride me, mate.”

I felt that same sweet tension building in me and rocked against him faster. Chasing another orgasm, I was surprised when Blaise flipped us over and then, in the same motion, thrust into me. He filled me completely in one go, and I let out a piercing scream as that orgasm I’d been chasing transformed into something more base and elemental but so much bigger than I’d expected.

My body burst open with a second of pain and then a swirl of pleasure and pressure of being so full of him. I clung to him to keep myself from falling, or drifting away, I wasn’t sure which. My fingers in his back, my teeth in his shoulder, I held on as he growled and buried his face against my neck.

“Fuck, mate. This isn’t going to last long.”

It wasn’t until dots appeared in front of my eyes that I realized I wasn’t breathing. Forcibly, I sucked in a huge breath, holding onto Blaise even tighter. My core pulsed nonstop, competing with my heart to see which could go faster.

When he slowly slid out and back into me, I gasped and cried out his name. It was heaven. Another slow thrust and then another. Blaise picked up the pace with each until he was thrusting into me fast and hard. One hand was behind my head with a firm grip on the back of my neck, the other had a death grip on my hip.

He lifted his head and gazed down at me with glowing eyes and a look of barely held control. Golden veins glowed from under his skin, which itself was fading in and out a deep blood-red color. Those strange reddish-amber eyes had turned a glowing red-gold, a shade that I’d only ever seen at a glass blowing exhibit.

Stunning. If I could’ve concentrated on anything other than the never-ending orgasm I was experiencing, I would’ve told him that he was the most incredible thing I’d ever seen.

His hint of beard as he kissed me, his grip as he thrust into me, the way he growled as he slid out of me, it was all too much. Any second I was going to shatter into a million pieces and cease to exist. His thrusts continued faster, harder. His finger threaded into my hair and pulled my head to the side, and then his lips were gone, closing on my neck instead. Then, teeth.

Blinding pleasure zapped me like a bolt of lightning. Blaise thrust into me once more before his seed shot in pulses, coating my inner walls as his teeth sank into my neck. I raked my nails down his back and screamed. It was exactly what I needed. As the wave of orgasm I’d been riding crashed, I knew I’d never be the same. Painful tension finally broke like a faulty dam, and I sailed back down to earth gently as my core milked every last drop from Blaise.

My brain was mush.

The condoms still in my purse?

Oopsie.

My fear of pregnancy?

Oh, well.

The fact that the strange dragon I’d gone home with was slowly removing his teeth from my neck and licking what was surely my blood?

Whatever.

I was Zen. I’d found my tranquil place.

I passed out with Blaise still inside of me.