Dragon Heartstring(45)
“Demetrius. I can’t think straight when you do that.”
He pulled me flush to him, his erection hard against my abdomen. “Shakara, I’ve been unable to think straight since the moment I saw you underneath that awning on my sister’s terrace. I just feel sorry for you, poor woman.”
“Feel sorry for me?” I laughed. “Why?”
“Because I’m besotted with you.” His voice cracked with emotion. “Heart and soul. And I’ll never let you go now. Even if you wanted to.”
Lacing my fingers behind his neck, I asked, “Who said I wanted to?”
“Let’s do forever, Shakara. Together.”
Unable to contain myself a moment longer, I tip-toed to meet his mouth and then poured my heart into a desperate kiss. I parted, keeping my lips against his. “Yes,” I whispered. “Together.”
He slid his hands inside the robe, cupped my bottom, and lifted me up against him. I locked my ankles at his back.
“Open your wings, Shakara. I want to see them.”
How this command could be erotic, I had no idea. Possibly because it was a command from a man who once shunned our kind. Now, he found the most obvious difference between humans and Morgons beautiful.
Whipping my wings out straight, I beat them once, lifting me higher but remaining in his arms.
He smiled, “Don’t stop.”
In a frenzy, I started to push down his pants, but he had them off in short work. I beat my wings in one long, slow rhythm, much like I would if I were soaring above the clouds letting the updraft take me higher.
“You are mine, Shakara Icewing,” he ground out as he pushed his cock inside me with one deep thrust.
My head snapped back on a moan. “Yes.”
He bit the flesh I offered him, then licked each mark he left. I used my wings to intensify his fervent thrusts, pressing my weight down as he thrust up. He gripped my ass hard and slammed home with a new intensity.
Our mouths found each other’s again, and then there were no more words. Only sighs and moans and the slick loveliness as we moved as one, a Morgon woman and a human man.
“I’m coming,” I cried the second before I did, and then my body clenched and pulsed around him.
He groaned and released inside of me then wrapped his arms around me so tight I could hardly breathe.
It was then I felt it. The rapid tightening that had become familiar now intensified to a painful level, twisting until I was sure something was terribly wrong.
“Ah!” he cried, still clutching me against him and still inside of me.
A sudden snap within my breast released all the pain, then a rush of pleasure and elation rolled through me like a tidal wave. I laughed and cried at the same time, pulling back to see his face.
“Demetrius? Did you feel that?”
“Are you kidding me?” Glinting by the moonlight, his dark eyes were wide with wonder. “I can feel our hearts beating together. Is that possible?”
Tears fell down my cheek. Tears of joy.
“It is. We are now heartbound, my love.”
He cradled my face as he liked to do, smiling so wide I could see his dimples, and pressed a sweet kiss to my lips. “My love. I do like the sound of that.”
“Me too.” I smiled, brushing my lips against his jaw and whispered, “Now, you’re no longer alone.” I nipped his earlobe, earning me a tight squeeze. “And neither am I.”
He gently set me on my feet and tied my robe. “And never will be.” He pressed a soft kiss to my temple. “Happy?”
“Infinitely.” I tucked my wings in tight and pressed my palm over the heart-shaped scar that glistened by the light of the moon. “And tired,” I laughed.
“Not as tired as you will be. I plan to keep you occupied in this villa our entire three-day holiday.”
Still naked with seemingly not a care in the world, he lifted me back into his arms and carried me through the double-doors into our bedroom.
“I told you I’d win the auction.”
I laughed.
He arched one dark brow. “You doubted me, didn’t you?”
“Maybe a little.”
“You’ll never doubt me again, I bet.”
“Never,” I assured him, kissing his neck, my dragon purring at the scent of him.
We never did leave our villa for those three glorious days by the Sorrel Sea. And our hearts were happier for it.
Also by Juliette Cross
Nightwing Series
Soulfire
Windburn
Nightbloom
Vale of Stars Series
Waking the Dragon
Dragon in the Blood
The Vessel Trilogy
Forged in Fire
Sealed in Sin
Bound in Black
Age of Gray
The Deepest Well
About the Author
Juliette lives in lush, moss-laden Louisiana where she lives with her husband, four kids, and black lab, Kona. Multi-published author of paranormal and urban fantasy romance, she loves reading and writing brooding characters, mysterious settings, persevering heroines, and dark, sexy heroes. From the moment she read JANE EYRE as a teenager, she fell in love with the Gothic romance. Even then, she not only longed to read more novels set in Gothic worlds, she wanted to create her own. You can discover more about Juliette, her books, and sign up for her newsletter on her website.