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Chapter Ten
“Sex is an emotion in motion.”
—Mae West
A continuous, vibrating rumble coursed through Divina as she gentled her kiss, holding her male in the aftermath of his release, his body still trembling with shocks of pleasure.
She was purring loudly, she knew. It usually only happened in dragon form, when she was so content and at peace with the world that she couldn’t contain the involuntary sounds of her happiness.
And right now, she was deliriously, inconceivably happy.
Knowing that she was the first and only female—the onlybeing—to give Andros this intimate pleasure gave her immeasurable joy and pride. It made her happier than entire civilizations and untold centuries worth of human worship. All that accumulated adulation paled in comparison to the satisfaction she gained from pleasing just one male.
Her centaur stallion.
“You slay me,” he rasped low, the words transferring from his mouth to hers with the sweetness of his breath through the seal of their lips.
He nuzzled her face with his nose and mouth, his hips still shifting against hers, the hot column of his sex still grinding against her swollen core and tingling pearl.
She was so close. On the precipice of her own release.
But she was happy to stay there.
The longer she held herself at the edge without tipping over, the greater the euphoria of the ultimate fall.
“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, honey,” she promised with a secret smile and a saucy wink, kissing him softly wherever his face nuzzled her, wherever she could reach. While grinding her hips in perfect harmony with his, rubbing his seed into her skin where it marked them both.
His eyes glinted violet in a stray moonbeam.
“There is more?”
She bared her teeth this time in a knowing, wicked grin.
“Oh, yes, gorgeous. Sooo much more.”
She slowly kissed a path from his lips to his jaw, outlining the sharp angles of his magnificent bone structure, before meandering down the corded arch of his throat with wet, lingering sucks.
“I want to apologize for my earlier stupidity properly,” she murmured.
“Let me?” she beseeched with her eyes.
He didn’t answer as he looked down at her, bracing his weight on elbows so he could watch her as she kissed her way along his collarbone to the cut planes of his pecs.
His breathing quickened when she flicked his nipples with her tongue, one after the other, then licked around the aureoles and sucked on the puckered flesh.
“Divina…”
Her name was a broken rasp in the musky, sex-infused air between them.
The sound of a man undone.
At her mercy. In her thrall.
“Your chest is so sensitive, more than…” She cut off the rest of her sentence when he narrowed his eyes, reminding her of his command not to mention past experiences.
“More than your shoulders and back,” she amended just in time, sheepishly.
The beginnings of his frown lightened at that.
