Page 81 of Taught By the Dragon
Yet as Bronx caressed her lip, then her cheek, and back again, she relaxed. This was Bronx. Patient, kind, protective Bronx. He’d never once laughed at her lack of education or knowledge or made her feel ugly or less in any way. It was time to trust him with this too. “I-I want you to touch me other places.”
He tucked some stray hairs behind her ear. “Where?”
Before she could let embarrassment stop her, she said, “My breasts.”
His gaze instantly dropped to her chest. His pupils flashed rapidly, and he growled, “Are you sure?”
Her dragon said, softer this time,Be bold with him. It’s time to start taking what you want, and that means giving him permission to not hold back.
Her beast was right. So Percy rose from his lap and took a few steps back. Instead of anger or annoyance, he just watched her, still with desire burning in his gaze, but nothing else.
Taking a deep breath, she grabbed the hem of her top and tugged it over her head. He growled at her simple bra, and the sound sent a rush of heat through her.
She rather liked Bronx growling at her.
Emboldened by the sound, she pulled down her bra straps, turned it around, and unhooked it. As it fell to the floor, her nipples tightened even further.
Bronx crooked a finger. “Come here.”
While it was a command, she knew he’d allow her to disobey if she wanted.
But Percy didn’t want that. Not with her dragonman.
She took one step, then another, the cool air making her even wetter between her thighs. Who knew that a male’s gaze could make her so hot?
She stood between his legs and made to sit down, but he put his hands to either side of her ribcage. As his thumbs caressed up to just below her breasts and back down again, she swayed a little toward him.
Bronx continued stroking slowly, his rough fingers delicious against her skin. His voice was deeper as he said, “Tell me I can tease your nipples, Percy.” His gaze met hers again. “Please.”
Thepleasenearly made her cry, but she pushed away the rush of emotions. She refused to ruin this, the first time she was naked with a man of her choosing. Instead, she merely said, “I trust you, Bronx. Do whatever you want with them.”
He growled, slowly pulled her closer to him, and flicked his tongue against her nipple. It was nice, but not nearly enough. She wanted… more. Before she could ask for it, he took her taut bud into his mouth and suckled.
Percy threaded her fingers into his hair, leaned more into his teasing, and moaned. When he bit her nipple lightly, she placed her other hand on his shoulder and dug her nails into his skin.
He murmured, “Yes, love. Touch me too.”
Shyly at first, she ran a hand over his shirt but then gathered the courage to put her hand under his top, feeling his hard upper back. “You’re so warm.”
He chuckled, releasing her long enough to say, “You have no idea what you do to me, Percy. I’m on fire for you.”
Then, never breaking her gaze, he suckled her. Hard.
She cried out as the pounding between her thighs became even more intense, and she squirmed, loving how her jeans rubbed her in just the right place.
While Percy had orgasmed before, it’d always been the result of some experiment or other.
Bronx must’ve felt her muscles tense, because he released her nipple and stood slowly, pushing her back a little in the process.
She wondered if she’d just fucked it all up, then he tugged off his shirt and tossed it aside. At the sight of his broad, muscled chest, lightly covered in dark hair peppered with gray, all rational thought left her head.
He gently took her hand and placed it over his heart. “Feel my heart racing? It’s me, Percy. Just Bronx. And my heart wants you just as much as my body.” He caressed her cheek. “If that means waiting, I can. Do you want to stop?”
As she stared into Bronx’s gray eyes, tears filled hers. “How are you real?”
His eyes blazed. “You’re my true mate, Percy, which means I was born for you.”
Her heart melted at his words. Yes, a lot of people had fed her bullshit over the years. But right here, right now, none of that mattered.
