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 two. Did she somehow already know too? He made
a triangle of his arms around her, his elbows on
the seat above her shoulders, him cradling her head inside
his hands as he held her down and kissed her
and then began to thrust. There was no part of
her that did not feel good to him. Her mouth,
her skin, the way her breast spobbed against him each
time his cock landed, and inside where her heat enveloped him,
so swollen and wet and tight. Every time he pushed
in her, he felt like he was breaking new and
every time he pulled out, the loss of contact with
her was too terrible to bear. Because of this, a
primal fear that each stroke might be his last, and
because of how goddamned good it felt when she was
wrapped around him, he couldn't control himself. His hips started
to pick up speed, and she went with him. Each
time he landed in her, she made small moans, and
each time he pulled out. She gasped until he plunged
back inside again. He kissed her mouth fiercely, and she
met him just the same, Her hands curled into his
hair to keep his mouth to hers, like she was
drinking from him, as his back arched and his hips thrust,
and her heels drummed against his hips each time he
entered her and spread her wide and shoved himself in deep.
And then his vision changed. He wasn't in the dim
car anymore, hot over Andy, memorizing her perfection. No, he
was flying with another beast that he couldn't quite see,
a glimmer of gold racing off toward the sun. But
he knew he longed for it. No, he lusted for it,
and he knew it wanted him to chase it back.
He wheeled in mid air and then landed in himself
back with Andy, his body still him, panting wildly, Are
you okay? She pushed his hair out of his face,
looking up at him with utter concern. Damien was certain
he'd just had a memory of something, only it had
never happened to him before. Yes, he lied, but it
wasn't a lie. Really, He was still here with her,
his mate. She still needed fucking, and he still needed
to fuck her. The heat that he'd felt in him
as a dragon for that moment still rode him, racking
him with urges meant for monsters instead of men. But
his dragon was right. He wouldn't hurt her. He could
never hurt her, so, trusting in his dragon, he did
as he liked. He moved up to kneeling, grabbed her legs,
put one ankle against each shoulder, and then bent back down,
plowing harder. He took his thumb and wet it with
spit before planting it between her thighs to rub her clit,
his other hand holding him up over her so that
he didn't crush her entirely, only just the perfect amount.
Feeling his cockslide into her again and again, her hands
shot down to hold his wrist on her stomach. Don't stop,
don't stop, don't stop, she breathed, never, he promised, stroking
her clit softly in direct opposition to his rough thrusts.
Her legs tensed against him, as if trying to push
him back, but he knew it was only her body
betraying her that she was close. Her ankles kicked against
him in little flutters, like a cat winding up to pounce.
She was breathing hard, biting her lip, and one of
her hands was pulling at the opposite breasts nipple, and
he knew he had her, that he was going to
make her fly. Oh please, please, She arked against him,
her whole body tense, and then she shouted his name,
Oh my god, damn it. Yes, as the first wave
slammed her, making her shudder and ripple around him. Yes,
his dragon purred. Now, his dragon overlapped him, and while
he normally would have fought the intrusion, for one singing
hot moment it felt right. He thrust in time with
the waves of her orgasm, feeling it pull at him
like her body needed him to feel whole. He was
beyond any point in stopping not coming. The first time
she'd enveloped him with pulses had taken superhuman effort, and
neither he nor his dragon had that kind of control anymore.
She writhed again, below him, shuddering, one hand curled in
his hair against his scalp, whispering please please, begging him
for his load. Damien closed his eyes and felt everything
in him flood down to where they were joined where
his cock was buried inside her hot, throbbing pussy, all
of him aching, dying for release. Take what's yours. She breathed,
just as he had earlier, and he didn't know if
she meant his orgasm or her, but he willed it
to be both. As he shouted and shot himself inside her,
Damien's hips beat against hers, his body doing what it
had to as he came fucking her hard, grunting, shouting, hissing,
as violent pleasures flowed through him impossibly long, her pussy
sucking his hot silver out of him, taking everything he
had to give until he was completely dry. He shifted
her legs gently and collapsed on top of her, totally spent,
panting into her neck, surrounded by the scent of her
skin and hair, his soul still soaring. He felt dizzy,
like he was in two places at once, one of
him here and the other half of him flying back
in the realms, where his dragon didn't have to worry
about being seen, where it could take the purest pleasure
in the wind, feeling it thrill against his wings, And
then somehow he landed alone, back in his earthly body again,
with her wound around him. His softening cock still inside her.
That that was what it was like to be made,
it what it was always supposed to be like, Damien swallowed.
He knew he needed to recover himself, to somehow go
back to being the man he always was, to put
all his armor back on, and to never breathe a
word of this night again to anyone. He had too
many enemies, both in the realms and on earth. Truly
falling for a woman was tantamount to drawing a target
on her back, and yet he'd risk it all to
feel like that again with her. Andy lay under him,
wrecked for the second or fourth who was counting time
that night, breathing heavy, feeling the weight of him on
top of her, the heat flowing off of him everywhere
that they matched. The temptation to grab hold of him
and not let go was so strong, but she found
it in her somewhere and squirmed beneath him instead. He
took the hint, making an acquiescing noise before brushing her
lips with a kiss, then moving back to his own seat,
reaching down to pull his jaans on. That they had
been something else ever since they'd started fucking. Oh God,
she'd known in the restaurant that it was good, but
this time, with him here, it was deeper, somehow, like
they were connected, almost includ