Page 160 of I Dream of Dragons

I really shouldn’t.

I shouldn’t want him so badly, shouldn’t feel my body catch on fire everywhere we touch, on every inch of my skin where his gaze alights, every shift of his mouth, every shadow in his eyes…

I want him. I need him. I pictured his face a million times as I floated in the deep sea.

I’ve craved his touch a million more.

He has my heart, and my body follows, desire becoming part of what I feel, this urge to become one with him and never let him go.

When he laid me on the velvet sofa, I was scared. Scared of everything he’s done or may have done, against other humans. Against my own family. That if he admits to hurting them, I’ll break.

Losing him once shattered me.

Losing him again will blow me to smithereens.

But my body won’t listen to reason, just like my heart. I was only going to find him, make sure he’s okay. I was goingto sit down with him and talk, demand more answers, more memories.

Instead, here I am, kissing him, clinging to him when he sits and pulls me down, back into his lap, as if I’m drowning. Me! Of all people. A sea creature. Drowning. I’m dead already. What fear should I have of dying?

This death is pleasant, though, this sinking into him, and I’m crying even as I’m kissing him, demanding his touch, my fingers sliding into his hair, tugging him down to me.

I crush our mouths together, sobbing when his lips part and he kisses me back hard, our tongues meeting in a hungry tangle.

He wants me, too.

I don’t need the kiss to tell. Where he’s pressed between my legs, I feel him, his cock long and hard, hot even through the layers of fabric separating us.

So hard.

I don’t know why it gets me so hot. So excited. The burning between my legs is turning into a deeper, sweet ache.

Experimentally, I bend my knees and gather my legs in, lifting my pelvis, rubbing against his hardness, and he gasps against my mouth, his body twitching as if hit by lightning.

“Fuck, Rae…” He groans when I shift, planting his elbows on either side of my head, pressing his hard cock more firmly between my legs. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

But I think I may have a clue… a big clue.

I like his reaction, his intense and instant response, the thickness of his cock, the sensitivity of it as he rubs slowly against my soft, aching parts.

I like it way too much.

When he moves down my body, nuzzling the tops of my breasts that threaten to spill out of the silken bodice, I gasp.

“You’d better be sure you want this,” he breathes, “because soon it will be hard to stop, quite literally. Very goddamned hard.”

I grin. “I’m sure.” I bite my lip. “It doesn’t get you off the hook. I still want answers.”

“So do I,” he says gruffly, “believe me.” His mouth is back on my neck in an instant, leaving sweet bruises behind. “I want to push you down and take you,” he growls, “enter you and fill you up until we become one.”

“Yes…” I tremble, his words turning me on so much I ache with it. “Take me hard…”

“Is that what you want?” he murmurs against my skin. “Is that how Phaethon did it?”

I catch my lower lip between my teeth again, my thoughts warring between desire and trepidation. “I like how he took control. Pushed me a bit. Made me take it.”

“Well, I’m not Phaethon.”

“I know you’re not him. You’re Mars. My Mars. What doyouwant? Tell me.”