Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 78142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
She sighs beneath me, biting her lip, nodding.
“Then open your eyes. Look into mine. I’m going to make you come, and I want your eyes open when you do.”
She pops her eyes open, her cheeks flushed a gorgeous pink.
“I want us to come together. Are you ready to come again?”
She nods. “Almost there, Dragon.” She nibbles on her lip again. “Almost there.”
I plunge into her a few more times, as deeply as I can, so that I know my pubic bone is hitting her clit.
She groans with each plunge, until—
“Yes! I’m coming again. Again…”
I pull back out one more time and shove myself so hard into her, releasing.
Electric sparks shoot through my balls all the way through my dick and into Diana.
When she comes, she milks me, prolonging my orgasm.
And I swear to God…
Swear to fucking God…
It’s the best climax of my life.
I’ve completely gone over the edge, and when the pulses finally subside, I realize that my eyes are closed. That I didn’t look into her eyes as we came together.
I missed it.
I missed the connection.
It shouldn’t bother me, but it does.
That only means one thing.
I promised her only today… But we’re going to do this again.
Because I need to see Diana’s eyes as we come together.
I need that more than I’ve needed anything in a long time.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Diana
I can’t even think right now.
The sweet pink haze of my orgasm surrounds me, and I feel like I’m imploding inside a cloud.
Dragon’s eyes are closed, but as I look at his face, I see something.
Is it a bit of light in his usual darkness?
A bit of peace in his usual chaos?
If I could do that for him, this was time well spent.
But it wasn’t altruistic on my part.
My God, I wanted this. I wanted it more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. More than the dream job I start tomorrow, which until last night was the only thing I truly cared about.
And that is a scary thing indeed.
He doesn’t make any move to pull out, so I keep my legs wrapped around him, slide my hands up his back, massage small circles into his shoulders.
For a moment—a blissful moment—I imagine that we’re together. That he wasn’t arrested for solicitation last night. That we’re something more than roommates.
We’re different as night and day, so that will never happen.
There’s certainly no future for Dragon and me.
Besides, I got what I was after.
I let myself dive into his darkness, and now that it’s over, I find I’m not gasping for air.
Instead…I’m craving more.
We stay joined for several more minutes, until finally Dragon opens his eyes and pulls out. He moves to the side of the bed and disposes of his condom, and then he slides back next to me.
“Did you get what you need?” I ask.
“For now,” he says.
He rolls over onto his side, his back to me.
I can’t help but stare. His shoulders and back are rippled, so sexy, and his firm ass is as gorgeous as I knew it would be.
And his thighs—
I lift my eyebrows in surprise. Dragon has another tattoo on the back of his thigh. He said he didn’t have any other work, but he lied. It’s some kind of creature with the body of a lion and the head and wings of an eagle.
I absently trace the lines of the image with my fingers, and he jerks away from my touch.
A moment later, he’s facing me.
“What happened?” I ask. “You don’t want me touching you?”
He frowns. “Just not there.”
“Why? I just wanted to see your tattoo. You said you didn’t have any others.” I sit up and peer over to the other side of his thigh. “What is it?”
He slaps his hand down over it, blocking my view. “It’s a griffin. And that’s all I’m saying.”
A griffin. Yes. I recognize it now. I swallow. “Okay. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“You didn’t.” He kisses my cheek. “You done coming?”
“I…”
“Because if you’re not, I’m going to spread those gorgeous legs of yours and eat you until you scream.”
There’s no woman alive who doesn’t love receiving oral sex, and I’m no exception.
“I won’t turn that down.”
“Good,” he growls. “I wasn’t planning to ask for permission.”
He crawls between my legs, spreads them, and for a moment just looks at me. “Beautiful,” he growls.
Then his tongue is on me, licking me, his teeth nibbling on my clit, still sensitive from the last orgasm.
God, he was right.
It’s not gentle.
He nibbles on my thighs, tugs on my labia, slides his whole tongue into my pussy.
It’s like he’s been starving on a desert island for weeks and I’m an all-you-can-eat buffet.
He moans and groans for me, and I lift my hips, grinding against his stubble.
It won’t take long for me to come again.
I move my hips, sliding my sensitive tissues against his face, following his movements, letting his stubble graze me, burn me.