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As if he had sensed the surge of desire within me, Wrath lowered one arm beneath my bum to hold me up while his other hand sneaked under the hem of my uniform dress. I shivered, my abdominal muscles contracting as the soft heat of his palm caressed a path up my bare back. I pressed myself harder against him, wanting—needing—to be closer.
Wrath broke our kiss, and my stomach did a backflip at the almost savage expression on his face. Everything in me believed he had not come here with naughty intentions, but something had taken over him. Gone was the sweet and tender Wrath. Instead, a hungry predator held me captive in his embrace. It was both terrifying and exhilarating. A part of me wanted him to rip my clothes off, toss me on the bed—or even on the floor—and then ravage me until I begged for mercy.
Once again, as if he’d heard my thoughts, Wrath’s hand on my back rose further, lifting my dress. I raised my arms to allow him to rid me of it. As I possessed a rather humble chest, I rarely wore a bra. I was comfortable with my body and liked my small breasts. To my delight, Wrath seemed to feel the same. Tilting me backward, his mouth dove for my left nipple. I could do nothing more than hang onto his shoulders, loving the feel of the hard bone spikes lining them that pressed under my palms. But the rough feel of his tongue lapping at my hardening bud resonated directly in my core.
Without stopping his licking and nipping at me, Wrath walked us over to my bed where he carefully laid me down. I kicked off my shoes, not feeling self-conscious in the least despite wearing nothing but a thong. Wrath removed his shirt, and my mouth watered at the sight of his chiseled abs delicately framed by golden scales along his sides. To my great disappointment, he didn’t finish stripping, crawling on top of me instead to capture my lips in a searing kiss.
I wrapped my arms around his strong back, and a voluptuous moan tore out of my throat as I pressed my body against his burning skin. Wrath fisted my hair at my nape, tilting my head backward to expose my neck to his wandering lips. His free hand traced a blazing trail down my body while he kissed and sucked on my neck. A shiver ran through me when his fangs gently scraped against the tender flesh of my shoulder line.
As Wrath’s mouth continued its journey downwards, so did his hand. To my shock, my man didn’t display the timidity I had expected from him. His hand didn’t lurk around my pelvic area in a hesitant fashion to see how I would respond. He went straight for gold, slipping his fingers under the thin triangle of my thong to rest his palm on my sex. My breath caught, and my body arched, seeking closer contact.
Wrath lifted his head to look at me as his hand began to rub me in a slow motion. There was something hypnotic in the way the dark pool of his eyes appeared to dare me to look away. My breath became shallow from the pleasure building in my core, the terrifying intensity of my man’s gaze, and the predatory grin that stretched his lips. My stomach quivered and moisture pooled between my thighs when the sharp tips of his double fangs peeked between his parted lips.
“Are you mine, Kwan?” Wrath asked in a deep voice with an almost menacing edge that made my legs tremble in a delicious way.
Heart pounding, I nodded, barely repressing a moan when two of his fingers dipped inside of me while his thumb massaged my engorged little nub. But my response displeased Wrath. His face hardened into an almost feral expression that turned me into a puddle.
“I said: are you mine, Kwan?” Wrath snarled, baring his fangs at me.
“Yes. I… I’m yours,” I breathed out.
“I’m going to make you scream my name,” he said in a threatening fashion, as one would tell an enemy they shouldn’t have crossed them.
Wrath abruptly pulled away from me. He hooked his fingers on the waist of my thong. For a moment, I thought he would snap it off me. But instead, he impatiently slid them down my legs. When he failed to remove his pants again, I almost whimpered in protest, but Wrath burying his face between my thighs had me singing a different tune. I cried out, arching my back while my hand fisted his black hair. My man didn’t start slow or with a gradual build up. He immediately licked and lapped at my opening before sucking on my clit. He inserted his fingers inside of me, moving them in and out at an increasing pace.
Liquid fire swirled in the pit of my stomach while pleasure radiated outward from my core. Then a strange humming sound rose from him. It didn’t come from his mouth, but within seconds, it had the sensitivity of my nerve endings go into overdrive. Every sensation was enhanced, the pleasure of the rough texture of his tongue on my clit intensified a thousandfold, almost too intense to bear. I writhed beneath his ministrations, my hips moving with a will of their own under the attention of his wicked tongue. An endless stream of moans flowed from my throat as I neared the edge. My legs shook as a raging inferno consumed me from within.
A bright light exploded before my eyes. I cried out Wrath’s name as my body seized under the violence of the orgasm that crashed into me. I collapsed back onto the bed, my head rolling from side to side as a torrent of pleasure swept me away. But Wrath didn’t relent. His mouth on me became even more voracious. His fingers crooked inside of me, grazing my sensitive spot over and over again. A bolt of pleasure ripped through me, drawing a strangled cry from my throat. My mate never allowed me to come down from my first high, a second one already building onto it while the subtonal vibration he was emitting had me cresting again.
I shouted as another wave of bliss crashed into me. My entire body shook, and the room spun around me. My skin tingled. For a second, it almost felt like I was having an out-of-body experience, even as I burned from the inside out. My mind had disconnected from reality as I floated in a sea of ecstasy. I couldn’t say how long it lasted. By the time I regained my senses, Wrath had cradled me in his arms, covering my face with gentle kisses while his hands drew swirly patterns on my skin.
“Wow…” I whispered.
Wrath chuckled with amusement and pride. “Should I take that as meaning that you are pleased, my mate?”
“Pleased is the understatement of the year!” I replied, still reeling. “What was that hum?”
“My mating song,” Wrath stated in a deep, rumbling voice while nuzzling my cheek. “It enhances all your sensations. I knew I possessed that ability, but it had never triggered before. My dragon just took over the minute I saw you standing there, looking so deliciously beautiful.”
“That thing is wicked,” I said, caressing his hair before resting my hand on his cheek. “I definitely approve of your dragon. He can take over whenever he pleases.”
Wrath chuckled again. “That has not fallen on deaf ears.”
Although he looked at me with a sensually smug expression, I hadn’t missed the subtle way his shoulders had relaxed at my comment. With his words, he had confirmed that he hadn’t planned on us getting naughty when he came here. I was glad he had given in to his impulses. Whatever doubts had lingered in my mind that I wasn’t ready to explore more with him had been put to rest.
“But you didn’t give me a chance to reciprocate,” I said in a pouty tone.
Wrath smiled, but his expression darkened, his face taking on that predatory look that utterly messed with my girly bits.
“No, my love. Not now,” Wrath said in a growly tone. “There is no time for that at the moment. Once I unleash my passion, I will be insatiable. I’m not starting anything that will get interrupted when we’ve barely just begun because we have a freaky beast to turn to ash. Once I make you mine, Kwan, it will not be over quickly.”
Damn the man! He’d just given me two mind-blowing orgasms, and with just a few words, he had my inner walls contracting and my nipples pebbling again. Where had this side of him been hiding all this time? Turning his face towards my hand resting on his cheek, he kissed my palm. His lips glided to my wrist before they parted. He scraped his fangs against the sensitive skin there then kissed it better.
“Get up, woman!” Wrath said, rising to his feet while holding me. “And get dressed, you evil temptress,” he added, putting me down.
However, even as he spoke those words, he pressed me against him, capturing my lips in a passionate kiss while his hands squeezed my behind. I snuck a hand in front of his pants, but never had a chance to reach the magnetic clasp. Wrath pulled away from me and led me by the hand through the room to recover my discarded dress.
To my surprise, instead of merely handing it over to me, Wrath took his time dressing me. I loved the gentle way his massive hands touched me, even though he didn’t get frisky this time. He was tender and respectful, such a drastic contrast with the boldness he’d displayed only moments before.