His eyes glowed metallic. “From anyone else, I wouldn’t believe that.”
“I would never lie to you.”
His thumb trailed over my cheek. “I know.”
His voice rumbled through me, the honesty in his words striking straight through to my soul. But I sensed, still, that he held back. The warrior inside him was tied to his Dragon, and remained inextricably tangled with his inability to fly.
For Riggs, it was all about whether he believed himselfworthy. Even now, with me in his arms, he did something a warrior never does.
He hesitated.
How could I reconnect him to his Dragon heart?
By proving I was as much a part of him, as he was of me. Capturing his fingers, I drew them to my lips. Kissed the tips, and then sucked one into my mouth.
He exhaled hard. When I flicked my tongue over the calluses, he shuddered and I sensed a subtle shift in him, deep inside.
“Must be a finger man,” he growled, and lowered his head to nibble along my jaw, then down my throat. He pulled his hand free to trace the line of my shoulder, then across my chest to my breast, where he pulled gently on my nipples. It sent electric zings straight through to my core, and I moaned. Hot—he was sohotin more ways than one—his skin was burning up beneath my fingers. I danced them over rock-hard pectoral muscles designed to drive him through the air.
“Miss the ring.” My voice was a husky echo of normal.
He breathed a surprised laugh. “Had another one that you might have appreciated more.”
“I know,” I purred, and dropped a hand to what extended toward me through sweatpants suddenly pulled very tight indeed.
He rumbled a groan, and his hips pushed into my grasp. Then I squeaked in surprise as his arms wrapped around me andlifted to carry me closer to the trees. The moss there grew thick over the rock, and he laid me down on it.
I gazed up into his incandescent eyes, and glimpsed, deep within them, my Dragon warrior. But when I reached for him, he wrapped his big fists around my wrists, and stopped me. He offered me a small smirk before he began to kiss and nibble, starting with my jaw and trailing down my throat.
When he laved my breasts with his tongue, I arched up with a small moan, tugging against his hold. I’d never liked being restrained in the past, but with Riggs, it was different—his lips and teeth and tongue revered every dip and curve of me.
They told me he would never hurt me. That I could trust him.
He moved lower, tickling my midriff with his gentle nips, then lower still, licking along my inner thighs until he lapped at my very center. He devoured me as though I were his favorite dessert, and I squirmed in his grasp, panting for more. Then his tongue found what it sought, and circled it?—
The world dissolved in white noise. Small moans of pleasure escaped my lips, and I writhed beneath him until I couldn’t handle any more?—
I tugged with intent, and with a growly rumble, he let me go. Sinking fists into his hair, I pulled him free. Then, in one smooth move, I rolled him onto his back.
“You’re a demanding wench,” he laughed, as my hands tugged his sweatpants down. My fingers traced the burgeoning shaft glistening in the last rays of the dying sun, before they closed around something lower, already drawing up tight. His laugh cut off on a gasp.
I was aching with such hunger that there was only one answer for it. I swung my leg over him, poised over his quivering shaft, and teased him with my heat.
“Dang it, Breana,” his breath hitched, as his fingers tweaked my nipples.
Every inch of me tightened, and I lowered myself, wrapping around his tremendous girth, one glorious inch at a time. He arched his hips right up off the ground, seeking to slide home as his entire body shuddered with need. I held him to my pace, and his breath hissed through his teeth.
“I’m going toexplode,” he groaned in desperation.
His hands dropped to my hips, and I let him slide the last inch until he was fully seated. He rumbled a growl, and his length hit every sweet spot inside, carrying me higher with each push. His eyes gleamed, and there was nothing of the human remaining in them.
They were pure Dragon.
His big hand buried in my hair, and guided me to him. As his hips kept up the delicious rhythm, he licked down the side of my neck, to my shoulder. My body corkscrewed ever tighter until I was almost at the point of pain and could no longer even breathe.
Then I felt the prick of teeth that had no business being in a human mouth. They sent a rush of heat through me, tightening every cell… At the very instant when I could take no more, and I poised on the edge of oblivion, he bit down.
And I shattered.
