Page 165 of I Dream of Dragons

“My fucking back will take it.” I drag her long undergarments down and off her, then shove her chemise up to bare her tits.

Gods dammit all, but I told no lie. Sheisthe most beautiful girl in the entire cosmos. A goddess, hot as hell, every part of her perfect, from her pink nipples and soft breasts to the dip of her waist and the flare of her hips. Perfectly made.

Made for me.

I rip her chemise, too, because why not? Clothes should never cover such beauty. I take personal offense.

I feast on her breasts, sucking those lush nipples into my mouth, one after the other, biting lightly, swirling my tongue around the sensitive tip. Tasting. Reveling in her scent.

She moans, lifting her hands to my face, my hair. She’s exquisite. So sensitive and responsive.

So attuned to me.

Her nipples harden more, tight points that I scrape my teeth over, making her hiss. Her tits are so soft and heavy when I cup them in my hands, weighing them, massaging them. Lifting my head, I use my hands to play with them, rolling her nipples with my fingers. I can’t stop staring at them.

Her flush has spread down her neck. It’s endearing.

It’s hot.

I slide one hand down to her belly, then I squeeze my hand between our naked bodies, delve between her legs and push a finger into her.

“Jai…” She pulses around my finger, so hot and tight, and I add another. Pumping them in and out of her. Stroking her inside.

She starts to move, unconscious little rolls of her hips. Riding my fingers.

I grin. Curve my fingers a little. Stroke her inside as my cock trembles against my stomach, burning and leaking.

Before she comes, I drag my fingers out, ignoring her disappointed whine.

I pull on her hands as I lie down, and yeah, my back is agony, but I’m not human. I can take it. My shadows wrap over the wounds, slipping under the bandages, cushioning the cuts.

“On my face,” I say firmly, “now.”

Her eyes are wide, bright over her flushed cheeks. She looks uncertain, and I’ll have none of that. I want her. I want to taste her everywhere, make her come all over me.

Lifting my hand to my mouth, I lick her juices coating my fingers. Fuck, so sweet.

Her eyes meet mine and her mouth drops open.

That’s right. I love her taste.

Grabbing her hips, I haul her closer, and closer, until she’s on her knees, her spread pussy hovering over my mouth.

“That’s it. Come here.”

She lets out a little squeal when I pull her down and lick at her exposed rosy pussy, her clit, the dark opening where my fingers were buried moments ago.

Fuck. Finally.

Pressing my mouth to her sweet pussy, I drag my tongue along her seam, holding her hips steady. Then I fuck her with my tongue, lashing at it, stabbing into her, my heart racing, my cock burning.

Fuck, I’m going to come. I’m so fucking turned on. If I only wrap my hand around my cock, I’m going to shoot all over her back.

It’s almost goddamn impossible to hold back when she’s riding my tongue, moaning, her tits bouncing, her long white hair sliding over her shoulders like a sheet of moonlight.

She jerks and comes with a cry that rends my mind. I lap at her, tease her some more, eager to hear more of her cries.

My cock is a worse agony than my back right now. I could send my shadows to jerk myself off.