Chapter 19

 

 

Grace bit Jamie’s skin down his neck to the place where his shirt fell open. His chest spread under the fabric. It drove her out of her mind in steamy desire. She wanted him. She’d wanted him from the very beginning, but she’d never let herself go until right now.

She slipped her hands under his shirt where it came loose from his belt. She stroked the hardened muscle up his ribs to his sternum. She inhaled his smell and breathed her hot lust into him.

He sighed, and his breath caught when she bit him. She’d never bitten anyone in sex before in her life. She never wanted to. She’d never had anything but the tamest sex imaginable. This wild maniac exploded out of her and took over her movements.

She dove under his shirt. Her head barely fit underneath it, but she didn’t care. She caressed her cheeks over his skin. She crawled up his stomach, and her mouth latched onto his nipple.

He groaned and writhed, but she only sucked harder. His noises escalated to a howl. That sound shot to her guts. She wanted to make him crumble. She wanted to make him ache for her the way she ached for him.

His prick hardened against her stomach. She wanted that. She wanted all its hardness. She wanted to make him throb. She slithered a hand up between his thighs, under his kilt, where the hardness waited for her. She closed her slender fingers around it, and he went ballistic.

He groaned and roared. She clamped her teeth around his nipple and flicked it with her tongue while she stroked him. She loved his noises. He excited her to the limit of comprehension. She wanted to make him explode. She wanted to be his dream come true. She wanted him to remember her as his life’s ultimate fantasy.

His fingers wrenched at her hair. He dragged her mouth off him, and she gazed up at him in a lust-fueled haze. She worshiped him. She wanted him. She wanted to unleash this chained monster inside her to ravage and maul and devour him.

He kept hold of her hair so she couldn’t kiss him again. Her mouth hung open. She wanted every inch of him in her mouth and in her soul.

He tore his shirt off and tossed it away. His chest spread out before her eyes, and saliva shot under her tongue. He was pure candy. She craved him. She tasted him, and now she could never get enough.

He tossed his kilt aside, and his stiff shaft appeared still wrapped in her fingers. He steered it toward her mouth, and she fell on it in animal madness. She sucked it deep into her throat while he guided her down.

She looked up at his contorted face. He leaned his head back, and his mouth twisted in a cruel mask of determination. He gritted his teeth, and his eyes drifted closed.

She sucked for all she was worth. She’d never wanted to suck a man before. Now she couldn’t get enough. She wanted to make him scream. She wanted to make him whine and gasp in cataclysmic fulfillment. She wanted to give him every pleasure known to man.

All too soon, he dragged her off that, too. He pulled her up on top of him to kiss him. He jammed his tongue into her mouth, and his flickering licks milked the fragrant juice from her insides.

He ripped her shirt open, and his mouth tore away from her lips. The next instant, his mouth clamped around her bare breast. She shrieked out loud, but he wouldn’t leave her alone. He sucked her sensitive nub between his teeth until she sobbed. Her crotch spasmed for him. Her moist panties rubbed her swollen tissues when she ground her pelvis into his shaft.

Without letting go of her, he crammed both hands down her pants. He shoved them off until she lay naked and exposed on top of him. He peeled off her shirt, and nothing remained to hold them apart but his kilt.

He tugged his belt off and kicked his kilt to the bottom of the bed. He drew her down on top of him, and their warm skin married in a blissful cloud of velvet softness. His shaft brushed her engorged petals, and she thought she would die.

Once she touched his bare skin, the raging animalistic insanity faded to a slow, steady burn. She wanted him as much as ever, but now she had him. She stroked her breasts against his chest. She gazed into his eyes while they kissed. She stared into the bottomless depths of who and what he was.

He was a dragon, but he was a man. He was nothing but a man, with beautiful skin and a magnificent heart beating against her ribs. She craved all of him. She wanted to cradle that heart and give it a home.

His fingertips trailed down her spine. He massaged her ass and continued downward. He stroked his fingernails down her thighs. She couldn’t breathe when he did that. He tickled the sweet slippery juice from her twitching flesh.

She needed him so bad inside. Her emptiness screamed for him to fill her up. She wanted him more than she could imagine, but she couldn’t make the first move. She’d never thrown herself at any man before. Now that the torrent died, she didn’t know how to proceed.

He took over where she left off. He slipped his maddening fingertips between her legs. He dragged his touch up her thighs to the blistering fissure buried there. He touched her wetness. She couldn’t hold back the ragged moans that escaped her lips.

He stirred her creamy juices for a moment. Then he broke off kissing her to stick his fingers in his mouth. She stared at him in shock. What did he want to do that for?

To her amazement, that simple gesture shot through him hotter than ever. He pushed his hand between their bodies and buried his fingers into her saturated tissues from the front. He rubbed her aching slit in circles until she moaned.

“Sweet, sweet lassie,” he purred into her mouth. “That is so sweet.”

She couldn’t stop staring at him. His mouth kept kissing her while he murmured these things into her face. The words meant nothing. His voice told her exactly how he felt and what he wanted.

He gripped her around the back with one muscled arm. He controlled her movements with his arm while he fingered her burning gash to distraction. Her juices coated his fingers.

He flicked her swollen nub. Then he crept lower to the place where her raw opening yawned to swallow him. He worked his fingers inside her in steady pulses. She yelped out loud at the intrusion, but when he started a slow, maddening rhythm, she sank onto his hand in rapture.

She rode his fingers down to the knuckle, and her spongy tissues surrounded him in a tight fist. She arched back, and her hips kicked hard to take him to her limit. She gasped for breath. Nothing could compare to this.

Jamie bent his head and grabbed her breast in his mouth. She rocked against him, and the devilish waves of mounting pleasure swept over her. She howled in tormented ecstasy.

His teeth ripped her nipple when he let her go. He gazed up at her enraptured face. She didn’t see him. She knew only the delicious sensation of his fingers nudging her to the Heavens.

He crushed her ribs in his arm. Quicker than she could react, he lifted her up and sat her down on his shaft. His fingers guided it home, and his thickness filled her to breaking point.

She screamed in delirious ecstasy. The next thing she knew, that scream got bigger and bigger until she couldn’t contain it any longer. It exploded out of her and catapulted her over the precipice of the most cataclysmic orgasm she’d ever experienced. She rocketed into space, but he wasn’t finished with her.

He sat her down on it until it slotted in to the hilt. It cracked her in half and touched every secret pleasure spot along her channel. Every stroke of his piston sent her reeling into another overwhelming climax. She wanted it to stop, but she never wanted it to stop. She wanted to keep rocking against him forever.

The screams broke out of her ragged throat. She screamed as never before. Every torrential destroying climax brought fresh screams from her. She couldn’t stop it. She couldn’t contain him, but she wanted more, and more, and more. She wanted so much more.

He strapped both arms around her waist. He picked her up and put her down for each shattering thrust. He tried to kiss her, but her lips wouldn’t respond. He sucked her nipple between his teeth, and that brought a fresh wave of endless rapture breaking over her head.

She couldn’t hold herself up anymore. She flopped over him, but he kept pumping up into her. He sat partway up to hug her against him. His rocking pulses shot lightning bolts through her insides.

All at once, he flipped her over on her side. She hit the bed. He rolled up on top of her leg and worked his shaft into her from the side. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his face. He entranced her. He owned her. She wanted nothing but to let him possess her forever.

The next thing she knew, he pulled away. He slipped out of her, but he didn’t leave her alone. He picked her up and pulled her up on top of him one more time. This time, he put her down on top of him with her legs to one side.

She lay across his chest on her side. He took hold of her shoulders in one arm and hooked his other arm under her legs. He lifted her up and entered her from below. He moved her up and down while his slippery shaft slotted into her as never before.

She couldn’t do this anymore. She went limp in his arms. She barely had the strength to turn her head to kiss him. She searched his eyes and read her own downfall written there. The other four women in their party all succumbed to these powerful, magnetic men. She was no different.

He stared back into her soul. He kissed her in luscious kisses while he drilled to her hidden center. He touched her in ways she could never imagine. He awoke that part of her she never released to the light of day.

She wept and whimpered against his mouth. The earth-shaking climaxes shook her to her foundation again and again, but he never stopped. He saw it all. He saw her broken into pieces and put her back together as a different person. He opened her up, and when he saw her deepest vulnerability, he accepted it and sheltered it and protected it with his big powerful presence.

From out of the far distance, she heard a strange sound she didn’t recognize. She listened hard until she figured out it was him. A quick, hard noise came out of his mouth between kisses. Every stroke of his piston brought a tortured cry from deep in his throat. He spasmed, and his stomach contracted. The faster he stroked, the more it hurt him.

She put her arms around his neck. She would take care of him the way he took care of her. When he exploded into something utterly new, she would be there to welcome him. She would hold him and embrace him and make it all right.