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Sloane couldn’t quite catch her breath. Mateo’s hungry gaze raked over her body, and it was all she could do to keep from leaping at him and wrapping herself around his body. His dragon growled as he looked all the way down to her stilettos and back to her face again. The rumbling sound was too rough, too guttural to be coming from anything other than the primal beast. But instead of frightening her, or pushing her away, the sound made her pulse race and her body throb.
She should slow down. Take a step back. Get to know the man—and the dragon—before she committed her life to them, but the she-dragon inside her already knew what it wanted. Jolts of pleasure had streaked through her at the sting of his teeth against her neck, and he hadn’t come close to breaking the skin, much less mark her as his own. She wanted it, though. And at that moment, she was willing to do just about anything to get it.
Pushing her hair back, Sloane uncovered herself for him, waiting, watching as he took her in. Mateo clenched and released his hands, and a muscle ticked in his jaw. His dark, piercing eyes lightened to brilliant amber, the pupils elongating into long slits. Beneath his skin, the shadow of black scales advanced and retreated, never quite breaking the surface.
“Sloane,” he whispered.
The garbled plea was all it took. Before she could process what she was doing, she had her arms around his neck, and her body plastered to his. His hands came down to cup her bottom, pulling her tighter against him. Every hard ridge of his chest pressed into her soft flesh, and his cock strained against her lower belly. Lips and teeth collided as he took her mouth. She opened up to him, needing his invasion.
His fingers curled, the nails scraping lightly at the skin of her ass cheek, then with a sharp tug, her delicate panties were gone.
Mateo moaned into her mouth—the sound deep, satisfied. When he pulled away, leaving her breathless, and her lips tingling from his kiss, she leaned in wanting more. But he was already moving. He dropped to his knees before her, keeping his gaze locked on hers as he grasped her ankle. Mateo waited for her to brace herself with a hand on his shoulder before lifting her foot and slipping her shoe from it, then did the same for the other.
With the gentlest touch, he traced the lacy edge of her stockings with a rough fingertip, then dipped his head, following the same path with his tongue, ending on her inner thigh. His fingers tightened on her hips as he took a deep breath. His heated exhale teased her skin, making her moan and clutch his shoulder tighter. Her pussy throbbed, and her legs trembled.
His grin widened, then without breaking her gaze, he bit her inner thigh. Sloane gasped and closed her eyes as need blossomed from that spot to fill her entire being. “Mateo, please,” she begged. The slow throb that had her dragon panting morphed into a pulsing desire so desperate she couldn’t think.
He brought his face closer. His hot breath fanned her tender folds, making her whimper. “What do you want, Sloane?”
Her fingers trembled as she tunneled them through his hair, tilting his face up a little. “You. Now. Right now.”
His nostrils flared, and in an instant, rather than have his face buried between her thighs as she’d expected, he had her up in the air and in his arms. One moment she was clinging to him, the next, her back was pressed against the floor to ceiling windows. His shoulders supported her thighs, and the only thing she could hang onto was his hair as he dove in, taking a long lick of her pussy.
He slid the velvet tip of his tongue all the way up, circling her clit, then down again before plunging it inside her. With his arms on either side, he kept her where he wanted her, secure, yet unable to do anything but hold on and take what he gave. His pleasured growls vibrated against her with every stroke, making the pulse in her clit throb harder.
“Too much. It’s too much, Mateo,” she pleaded even as she fisted his hair, pulling him closer.
Rather than slow him down, her pleas had him lashing his tongue across her clit over and over. When her moans became a steady litany of his name on her lips, he sucked her clit into his mouth. The soft sucking on her throbbing flesh had her closing her eyes and pressing her head against the glass. He increased the pressure, sucking harder, flicking his tongue over the tip, then sucking again. She couldn’t stop, couldn’t help it, as she thrust her hips forward, taking more—needing it all.
His fingers dug into her waist where he held her steady as he feasted. His hungry growls grew louder along with her whimpers. Fiery heat bloomed in her chest, filling her, spreading through her until pure pleasure exploded through her entire body. Her screams filled the air as she held on tight, her body shuddering and shaking.