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With astonishing disregard for the mess, he raked everything aside. Plates, glasses, utensils, they all clattered to the floor. Briefly, she pitied the poor carpet…until his carnal gaze landed on her. Gripping her by the waist, he swept her up onto the table’s edge, her legs dangling.
“Now it’s time formydessert.” The fevered glint in his eyes would have been alarming if she wasn’t so incandescently turned on by it.
His big hand clamped the back of her neck to hold her steady for a fierce, teeth-gnashing kiss that sent a dizzying tempest of arousal through her brain. His commanding grip tightened on her nape as his lips traveled a searing path down her jaw, over her neck and along her collarbone. She shuddered from the titillating sensation. Her nipples budded as though anticipating his trajectory, begging for his attention. He did not disappoint, nuzzling her lovingly before capturing one between his demanding lips and laving the throbbing bud with his tongue.
A pleasured cry slipped from her throat and her back arched, offering him better access. He gave a supercilious chuckle. “You like it when I suck on these juicy little mounds,” he said. “When I nip them.” He did just that, tweaking her nipple with his teeth. She yelped and then groaned from the hot pleasure that permeated her entire chest.
“You like it when I’m rough with you.” He sounded almost smug, cocky that he was unraveling her so easily. She glanced down and met his fiery gaze, blazing with desire and…reverence. She thought she might have seen a sliver of doubt there, too.
Eyes hooded, still panting, she nodded. “Yes, I like it.”
He nipped her again and then sucked her hard into his mouth, and her head fell back once more, her eyes closing while his free hand roamed her body, exploring. He caressed and kneaded her other breast, his thumb circling the tender peak until it stiffened beyond reason. Then his hand dropped lower, trailing his way down her side, over her stomach, delving lower still.
When he found her slick center, he let out a gruff sound. “So damn responsive. Do you ache for me here?” His devilish thumb grazed her delicate flesh, teasing her with maddening strokes and drawing a needy whimper from her.
Her body undulated in sensual waves. “Please!”
He looked as if he could barely wait another second to give her what she wanted. Unleashing himself, he hooked his beefy arms around her thighs and yanked her forward to greet his devouring mouth, burying his face between her legs. His lids slid shut as his thick tongue greedily lapped at her like a man starved of essential nutrients. Electrifying pleasure assaulted her every nerve. It cracked up her spine and sparked at the base of her brain like a volley of fireworks. Tiny specks dotted her vision. Her hips rose and fell with the rhythm of his merciless mouth.
Pleasure began to mount, her body trembling from the sensation. Tension coiled in her belly, tighter, tighter. Her orgasm rocketed through like an explosive, and her scream ricocheted off the walls. Orik snarled against her flesh, his ruthless tongue forcing more white-hot bliss through her system until it became too much and she twisted against his hold. For a moment, his arms held tightly around her legs as if he had no intention of freeing her from his grasp, but then he seemed to come to his senses. He lifted his head, looking half wild, half dazed, and insanely aroused.
He stood, looming over her, his huge cock hard and protruding. “Canna get enough of you,” he muttered as though he couldn’t understand it. She couldn’t get enough of him, either. Already her lust was stoking to a fever pitch.
He fisted his shaft, jerking himself a couple times as he aimed at her center. “If I did no’ know better, I would say you’ve bewitched me, through and through, absolutely.”
She vehemently shook her head. “I didn’t. I wouldn’t.”
His hand slipped around her neck and he brought their foreheads together. “I know.”
“Besides,” she said, pulling back to look at him. “I could say the same about you.”
He grinned. “Now, that would be something. A dragon enthralling a witch.”
She flinched at the last word. He took her chin between his thumb and forefinger, waiting until she met his gaze before he said, “We are just Orik and Jessie tonight.”
She nodded, and he planted a soft, tender kiss upon her lips. So tender, it nearly shattered her heart. She had him for tonight, but what about tomorrow?
When she felt him nudge her entrance, she boxed up that thought for later and welcomed him into her body. They both cried out as he planted himself deep within her, still holding her gaze. Their breaths mingled for one heartbeat, two. Then he began to move, rocking his hips in slow, sensual thrusts. She’d expected hard and rough. This was slow and tender. Intimate. Achingly sweet.
This would break her. She knew it, but she welcomed the damage. Better to be in pieces than to have never experienced such a sublime moment with this gorgeous, glorious, masculine specimen of a man. A man who would forever own a piece of her broken heart.
His fathomless gaze bore into her so intensely, she wondered if he could read her thoughts through her eyes, and she suddenly felt too exposed. Too vulnerable.
Tossing her hair to the side, she buried her face in his neck and sucked on his flesh. He let out a groan. When she spurred his ass with her heels, drawing him deeper inside her, that groan turned into a growl that rumbled through him. He drew out and then gave one hard, measured thrust that brought bursting stars back into her eyes.
His big body surged forward, ramming into her heat. “Still not enough,” he grunted incredulously, thrusting again, harder this time.
Her nails dug into his shoulders, pleasure rippling through her.
“You make me crazed,” he admitted, hammering her again. Her ass jerked back on the table from the delicious force. “Wanting you. Wanting everything you have to give.”
“It’s yours,” she panted, wondering if he heard the absolution in her voice.
His hips assumed a brutally exquisite pace, retreating one second only to pound harder and harder the next. His muscles grew taut under her grip as she writhed and moaned. It was like riding an erotic bull. She could only hold on through the divine thrashing and hope that when she shattered there’d be enough pieces left over to put herself back together again.
“Want itall,” he grated, driving into her again and again. “Fucking give it to me!”
As his body toiled, working hers to a fever pitch, her perpetual cries merged in a single endless scream just as searing-hot pleasure whipped through her. The intense pleasure was mindboggling, consuming, paradise in its most primitive form.
