Page 68 of An Accident Waiting to Dragon

His hands dropped from her face, tracing the contours of her body, brushing over a ripe breast, circling her nipple in teasing swirls before cupping her, testing the weight, then down over the gentle slopes of her belly, passing the thatch of soft hair at the juncture of her thighs to trace her hips. To grip them tightly, urging her back on the bed.

“I’ve dreamed of this,” he murmured against her lips, before trailing them down her neck. “Touching you like this. Having you in my bed, in my arms.”

The burn of tears in her eyes was welcome now. Bittersweet. The time they’d lost was gone forever, but they still had so much more ahead of them.

She refused to look back. Only forward.

And forward were years filled with joy, and laughter, and sharing, and more of this.

Asher ran one hand from the point at the top of her wing down the edge, and Gwen arched into him as pure need shot through her, turning her slick. Ready.

She shuddered. “Don’t stop…Keep doing that until you want me to come.”

He lifted his head and watched her face as he did the same thing to the other side and she arched again, trembling by the time he finished, a molten mass of quivering need. She needed to find a release from the pleasure that had built fast and hard.

Asher grinned, his gaze taking in the flush of her face, the way her breasts rose and fell in time to her rapid breaths. “I plan to make you come often, love. I’ll make up for all the pleasure you missed because of?—”

Gwen put a finger to his lips. “No more blame. No more guilt. What happened…happened, and it was for reasons that involved love and loyalty, even if those reasons hurt us both. Now it’s time to just be together. Okay?”

She felt the small puff of his breath against her finger a second before he pressed a kiss to the tip. “Okay.”

He drew a circle with one finger around one of the golden spots on her wing, and Gwen shuddered again.

“But I’m still going to make you come over and over for me, love. Just for the fun of it.”

Gwen’s laugh turned into a moan as he did the same to a spot on her other wing.

From there things turned frantic as they both lost themselves in each other. Touching. Kissing. Nipping. Laughing. Moaning.

Asher built her to two climaxes, first by her wings alone, and then with his mouth on her body before he finally spread her out on the bed, pressing her legs wide as he entered her.

Her breath caught at the sensation of him inside her.

She’d dreamt of this. So many times.

And now it was real. The way he stretched her, filled her. Consumed her.

The way he moved so that he hit just the right spot with every slow, torturous stroke. The way he looked into her eyes as he thrust. As he claimed. As he built them both up, creating a storm of sensation in her. As they neared the precipice. Together.

“Open your mouth, my love,” he said. “Accept my fire.”

He placed his mouth over hers and a sound like a bellows in a forge rumbled from him, then a new warmth poured down her throat, spreading out through her chest, then lower, filling her from the inside as he pushed his fire into her.

The mating kiss of a dragon shifter.

“Eyes on me, Gwen,” Asher growled, as he took both her hands to pin them above her head, lacing their fingers together, thrusting his hips, stoking that heat with every stroke.

Flames spread and flowed and consumed, driving the sizzling sensations they’d already built together to the tipping point.

In the same instant, all that sensation sort of pulled in tight, gathering at the base of her spine, Asher swelled inside her, stretching her more.

“Come now, love,” he commanded.

Gwen’s entire body contracted into the feeling.

Asher kept his eyes on hers as he bore down and roared his own release, a powerful sound that dominated her soul, that matched her, echoing her own cries of pleasure. And a second fire entered her from the juncture at her thighs.

Holding on to Asher for dear life, she never looked away. Not even when yet another orgasm slammed through her body, matching his. He pounded into her body as he claimed her, made love to her, worshipped her. His fire burned into her and through her and out of her.