Last Immortal Dragon (Gray Back Bears #6)(18)

“You’re beautiful.”

“I’m freckled.”

“I’m scarred. Does it make you want me less?”

She shook her head and answered honestly, “I think it makes me want you more.”

Damon leaned forward and sucked gently on her earlobe, then whispered, “I like your spots.” Easing back, he traced a constellation of them over the tip of her shoulder.

Nervously, she said, “You must have very good vision in the dark.”

“Impeccable vision.”

“Faaantastic.”

Damon angled his head, and his eyes narrowed slightly. “Can you not feel how hard I am between your legs, Dangerous Clara? Can you not feel how badly I want you? How badly I want to be inside of you.” He leaned down, drew one of her nipples into his mouth, and grazed his teeth against the sensitive skin there as though he was punishing her. “I’ve never seen a woman so beautiful. Now,” he murmured, rolling her on top of him until her legs straddled his hips, “own me.”

Eep! Own him? She was more of a wiggle around on the bottom and hope for an orgasm type of gal, but Damon—sexy, dominant, apex legendary predator, Damon—was handing her the reins in his bed. “I don’t think I’ll be very good at this.” Where the hell had her confidence run off to?

Damon grabbed a pillow from above him and fluffed it under his neck, then linked his hands behind his head. With a crooked, cocky smile, he said, “Take my pants off.”

Right. She could do that. Look sexy. She scraped her nails down his hips as she fumbled with the elastic band of his thin pants. He tensed under her and made an inhuman hissing sound. She thought she’d hurt him, but when she muttered, “Shit,” and looked up to apologize for what a horrid seductress she was being, his eyes were narrowed to hungry slits and his smile turned positively wicked.

“Do that again.”

Mmm, the dragon liked her claws. Eyes on his face, Clara grabbed the elastic on either side of his hips and dragged it slowly down his thighs, clawing him gently as she unsheathed him. Damon shivered, and under her touch, gooseflesh raised from his skin. The breath she exhaled was still shaky, but her hands had stopped trembling. His skin was like hot tap water that was almost uncomfortable to touch but still bearable. She liked that he ran hot. Finding her bravery, she looked down at his long, thick shaft. It was red and swollen, ready for her, and already a drop of creamy moisture sat on the tip. She smiled and bent down to taste it before she could change her mind. The second she touched her mouth to his dick, his hands went to her hair, gripping her gently as he drew a knee up on one side of her and let off a soft, helpless groan. Holy sexy balls, he was hot. Damon curled his hips forward as she slid her mouth over him. She thought he would shove her where he wanted with a grip as strong as his, but he didn’t. He kept his hands gentle in her hair, guiding but not forcing. She eased off him, then back down, circling him with her tongue.

“Fuuuck,” he gritted out as she took more of him. His abs flexed every time she slid her mouth over him, and relaxed when she pulled slowly off.

She wasn’t scared about what he would think anymore or insecure about the way she looked. Now, she was molten in her middle, and her want for him outshone any hesitation.

She unsnapped the button to her jeans and ripped the zipper slowly down.

“Touch yourself,” he whispered as he watched her shimmy out of the rest of her clothes.

Feeling like a goddess under his intense gaze, Clara straddled her knees on either side of his hips and locked her arm near his ribs. She rocked forward, arching her back as she ran her hand between her breasts and down the center of her stomach, lower and lower until she touched the top of her sex.

“More,” he said, voice sounding breathless now as he wrapped his fist around his shaft and drew a long stroke.

She cupped herself gently. “Like this?”

He nodded jerkily and pulled another stroke of himself. “What do you feel?”

“Wet.”

Damon moved so fast, he was a blur. Her stomach dipped as she went from hovering over Damon to under his body on the bed. Breath quick and shallow, he pressed her knees apart with his own and curved his powerful hips against hers. His shaft slid into her by inches, and she gasped at how good he felt inside of her, stretching her. He drew out and bucked into her again, deeper this time. Clara clawed his back and bowed against the bed. “More,” she demanded, using his own word.

A long, low rumble filled the room and rattled against her skin as Damon plunged into her so deeply, he pressed onto her clit. She moaned his name and clutched onto him tighter as he eased out and thrust into her again.

“Fuck, how can you feel so good?” he asked breathily. His lips collided with hers as he thrust into her again.

God, he was big. If she hadn’t been so ready for him, this would’ve toed the edge of discomfort, but right now, all she could do was close her eyes and absorb every sparking sensation that exploded in her middle every time he buried himself inside her.

The pressure between her legs was so intense she gripped the back of his hair and raked her fingernails across his back to anchor herself in the here and now. She was at risk of floating away. Of losing herself and not retaining the clean-edged memories of this moment. And she wanted to remember everything because this, right now, felt important. It felt all-encompassing, as though her life was taking an unexpected fork in the road, and at the edge of her path would be a cache of wealth so much more valuable than riches. Happiness lay in front of her now.