Speaker 1: Dragon called a slow burned, sexy paranormal romance written by
Carl Lockhart and Cassie Alexander, read for you by Victoria
may Hi. This is Cassie Alexander, and welcome to chapter
forty one. I'm him, He would cherish memories of how
she looked, how she felt, giving herself over for decades
to come. She found down at him. Any makeup she'd
had on earlier had sweated off a long time ago,
and yet she was still impossibly beautiful. I'm a nurse.
You can't tell me not to worry. It is literally
my job. She reached back with one hand and swirled
the remaining silk around her waist up until her hand
found his still wet cock and gently took hold. Andy.
He began starting her name as a protest, but taking
it into a moan. He'd been so close inside her earlier.
The only reason he hadn't come was because he'd wanted
to fully appreciate her coming now. Somehow, as she started stroking,
he found himself getting harder. Still. I don't want to
lose control around you, he admitted quickly, as her hand
traced its way down his shaft. Why not, she asked,
lowering herself down to kiss his chest again. You saw
the wall at the restaurant. It's not safe, she paused
in kissing, but her hand still stroked for me or
for you. She leaned over and gently bit his nearest bicep.
He closed his eyes, moaning softly, and then his dragon
was there. His dragon had been riding him close and
quiet in certain ways. These were the only times they
overlapped easily, him inside his dragon when it was fighting,
and his dragon inside of him when there was sex.
Keep going, his dragon urged him, and now he would
have to talk both of them down. Damn it. Damien
closed his eyes, trying to ignore her touching him. It's
not safe, he explained, and then he showed his dragon
a montage of all the times they'd already put Andy
in danger tonight. His dragon was momentarily confused, and as
it relented, he somehow found the strength to reach for
her wrist to stop her. Damn an, she whispered, setting
her forehead against his I need this, please just help
me forget everything else. A little longer, she'd come into
his life and reached into his chest and had somehow
shaken everything up again, bringing things to the surface that
he'd forgotten he possessed. How on earth was he supposed
to fight her when the thing she wanted most was
what he wanted to Two. She leaned forward against him,
enveloping him with her sweet perfume, her hair sliding over them,
both her breasts temptingly close to where he could kiss them,
her hand still wrapped around his rock hard cock. I know, Andy,
but he began, his voice guttural, and his dragon cut
him off. You would never hurt your mate. Damien's hand
paused in surprise, and she took that as permission not
to stop. She's not, he protested. Can't you feel it?
Can't you smell it? His dragon asked. All he could
feel was her hand around him, and how much he
yearned to be back inside her. And the entire car
smelled like sex, obviously, But something and Andy sent. The
caramel and apples and ocean that he was familiar with
had deepened into a sweet and heady musk ascent that
he would follow anywhere were it made into a perfume.
Don't you know, his dragon pressed, showing him memories from
his own mind, the way his chest had tightened when
he'd first seen her at the bus stop, how aptly
she'd handled Austin and he'd approved, how safe he felt
leaving Zach with her, even when she'd operated on him
fucking hell, And how he hadn't been able to bring
himself to steal her memories away when he'd never had
any compunction about doing it to others before, And then
at the restaurant, when he'd known he had to have
her everything else be damned. All of it made sense now.
What was happening between them wasn't just lust. It was
some strange kind of fate. Oh God, yes, he whispered
to his dragon in rising horror. But we can never
ever tell her, he told his dragon, as he opened
up his eyes and saw Andy smiling softly down. Promise me.
And paused again at this, and he felt the confusion
swirling from it before it gave up on trying to
understand human words. Are yours, not mine, it said, But
we both share this body. I can stop if you want,
she asked, slowing down. She looked as confused as his
dragon felt, but he released her arm. You make things
harder for me, he said hoarsely. She snorted with a grin.
I don't think you have any problem with that yourself.
No wonder, she drove him mad. No wonder being with
her felt right. Hm. He made an accommodating sound and
leaned forward until he was almost upright, and she was
scrambling for purchase. Here, he said, picking her up and
setting her back into her seat gently, Damien. She protested,
misreading his intent, until he reached his hands over to
operate the latches on her seat as well, pushing it
back and flat, just as his seat had been. He
finished pushing off his jeans, kicked off his shoes, and
then joined her on her side of the car, his
hands on either side of her seat, a knee between
her legs. She was exposed to him the perfection of
her breasts, the marks he'd left upon them at her urging,
the smooth slide of skin down her ribs and across
her belly, where the slit in her skirt had rolled
over to its most advantageous point, and parted to reveal
the fine triangle of hair above where they'd so recently
been joined. You're perfect, he said, trying to memorize her now,
to embed an image of her so deep inside that
even forgetting fire if it worked on him. Wouldn't be
able to pull it free. Flattery will get you nowhere,
she teased, flushing. He could feel the heat of it
rising and watched her squirm. Is that so, he asked,
and moved to kiss her again. She laced her arms
around his neck as he slowly matched himself back to
her chest to chest, hips to hips, his thick cock
nudging between her thighs for only a moment before she
spread herself as wide as she could for him, given
the door nearby, wrapping her legs around him as he
slowly sank in. She gasped and he moaned, How is
it possible that being in a woman could feel this good?
Not just any woman? His dragon intoned. Damien looked down
at her, trying to tell if she felt this too,
and found her jaw dropped and eyes closed. As his
cock filled her again. She made a soft sound of satisfaction. Okay,
I lied. Flattery will get you a lot of places
if you keep making me feel like that, she said,
reaching up to wind a hand in his hair, opening
her eyes to look up at him, bright and wild
and ready,