Dragon Heartstring(27)

I stood, leaving the papers on the floor. The air charged with electricity as my dragon amped up my heartrate and adrenaline to a steady thrumming through my veins.

He turned his head over one shoulder and flicked off the lights. “Working late?” He bolted the door.

My pulse pounded faster. “I needed to come into the office.”

He closed the blinds on the left side of the door. “Why?” He closed the ones on the right.

“Because I needed to do something. Keep my mind busy.”

He turned and stalked toward me. “What was on your mind?”

I backed up till my bum hit the desk. I gripped the edge. “You know what was on my mind.”

He stood inches before me, rain dripping from his black locks. “Say it, Shakara.”

With his scowl in place and jaw clenched tight, he waited. I lifted one hand and traced his lips with the tip of my finger, rain water sliding down my finger to the underside of my wrist. I shivered. He opened his mouth, so I slipped my finger inside. He bit down on the tip and sucked.

I gasped and pulled my finger away, then cupped his square jaw. “You, Demetrius. You’re invading my every thought. I have no peace. None but when you are near me.”

Wrapping my nape in a tight grip, he ground out, almost angrily, “This is not peace. This is torture.”

“Then do what you must and end it.”

He crushed his mouth against mine, untucked my blouse from my jeans, and broke the kiss only long enough to pull it up over my head. I gripped the collar of his shirt and ripped down the center, popping every button as I peeled the shirt from his wet skin while he unclasped my bra. I trailed kisses down the corded muscle of his throat to his chest. I grazed his nipple with my teeth.

He growled, sweeping every damn thing off the desk—papers, pens, a stapler clattered to the floor. Pressing flat with my wings stretched out, I spread lengthwise along the surface. He held my gaze as he unzipped my jeans and yanked them off along with my panties. I reached over my head and gripped the top edge of the desk to hold on.

My man had a beast of his own, and I’d unleashed him.

His stern expression darkened as he swept his gaze from my upraised arms down over my breasts and lower still. Leaning forward, the wet strands of his dark locks grazing my neck and breasts, he licked a line around one nipple then sucked the nub into his mouth. I arched upward on a moan as he teased with teeth then nipped his way to my other breast. I squirmed, but he gripped my waist and kept me still as he trailed his mouth lower.

“Demetrius…you can’t,” I whispered, trying to move.

He caught my gaze, dark eyes hungry. “I will.”

Then he opened his mouth on my sex, licking and sucking me into madness. Whimpering, I rocked against his mouth. Feeling loose and wild, I loved every dirty second of it.

“Oh, God!” I screamed, undulating my hips when a violent orgasm ripped through me.

He groaned and licked me as I came down, then pressed a biting kiss to my inner thigh before he stood.

Still holding onto the desk, I watched his hands as he unbuckled his pants and dropped them, then shoved his underwear down his muscular thighs and gripped his cock, large and stiff.

“Wider, Shakara,” he commanded, stroking himself and making me hotter.

I obeyed more than willingly. He stopped stroking to grab my hips and pull me to the edge. With one hand, he pushed his cock inside me. Slowly.

“Ah!” I cried out as the overwhelming sensation made me want to inch away. I tried to.

He held me hard with both hands on my hips, his thumbs pressing along my pelvic bone, squeezing tight. “No.” He shook his head. “No getting away from me.”

I closed my eyes and let him take me hard in the dark as thunder rolled and rattled the window panes. A storm of our own crashed over us both, shaking us with trembling energy and pouring over us with sweat and sighs.

Then I felt it. The pinching sting, like the twining of threads overlapping and encasing my heart. Breathless from Demetrius thrusting deep inside me and from the pain within my breast, I reached up with both arms, needing him close. He knew and pressed his body to mine, our torsos aligning, his mouth covering mine. I locked my ankles at his back.

He threaded one hand into my hair, clenched it into a fist, and kissed me with fierce possession. I welcomed it, gliding my tongue along his with a soft moan. Then he pulled away, hovering close, lips caressing, as he hammered inside of me slow and hard.

“What are you doing to me?” he asked on a guttural groan. Then he shuddered his release.

The strong pulse of him spilling inside me sent me over the edge, too. Needing him close, I rocked up and clenched tight. The pinprick of the heartstring made me ache with desire even as I climaxed.

“Shhh.” He kissed the tear that had slipped down my cheek. “What’s this?” he whispered, gliding his lips down till he found mine and brushed lightly. “No tears.”

“But I want you,” I confessed, my emotions running high. “All the time. Even now. Even after we just—”

“I know.” He panted as he continued to kiss me down. “I feel it, too. The ache. Makes me desperate.”

“Do you?”

He smiled—dimples and all lighting his face. “Yes.” He kissed up my cheek to my temple. “Deeply.” Then he swept a line across my forehead. “Painfully.”