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
thirty nine. And as one of his hands brushed over
her silk covered breast, she paused to moan. His other
hand wound into her hair and pulled her up from
him as he kissed down her throat, and she froze
on top of him. There was something dangerous in that,
how close his mouth was to her pulse, and how
fragile she knew she was compared to him. She'd been
with other men before, of course, and many of them
had been stronger than she was, but none of them
had ever been predators, not like he was. Then Damien's
mouth found the spot behind her ear and kissed her,
and she shuddered came to life again, her hands caressing
his ebs so artfully exposed by his torn shirt. He
growled comfortably against her and bit her nearest dress strap
in two. The other one he just broke with his hand,
and he pushed the silk off of her to pool
about her waist. His hands moved over her ribs and breasts,
taking the measure of her body. She breathed with each
stroke as she became electrified. That's not fair, she said softly,
looking down at him. Part of his shirt was still on.
She hadn't gotten skin earlier in the restaurant, and she
wanted it desperately. She needed to feel his hot body
in all senses of the term, pressed against her. She
wanted him to warm her from the night and erase
everything she'd been afraid of earlier. Life isn't fair, he said,
but reached up for his own shirt collar, ripping the
cotton off easily and arching up to pull it away.
Andy put both her hands on his chest then and
felt the swell of muscles there, skin just as hot
as she'd imagined. She tilted her head lower to listen,
but he knew what she was doing and caught her first.
Don't I can't afford to have a heart. She tilted
her head back and looked up his chest at him.
He was breathing heavily enough to rock her like waves
on the ocean. Okay, Andy whispered and lowered her mouth
to kiss his chest. Damien's hands moved against her, then
one low and one high, the low one sinking under
the last of her dress to cup at her ass,
the high one pulling up between them to cup her
breast in its palm, stroking it gently, pulling at her
nipple as her mouth wound up his chest, her sliding
herself against him. He groaned as her tongue licked up
his clavicle, and he leaned down to catch her mouth again.
His hands abandoned her body, entangled themselves in her hair,
pulling her into his mouth, showing her what he wanted
to do to her there, probing her deeply with his tongue,
taking control just as fast as she relinquished it. She
moaned into his mouth, and his hands flowed down her,
pulling her against him, even though her legs were still
side saddle and closed, asking her, begging her to open up.
One of his hands slid between her legs, catching what
little remained of her dress to start rubbing her with
its silk. She could have easily remained there. His hand
was so skilled she caught his wrist and grounded into her,
but she knew she wouldn't be satisfied, not one so
much more was so close. Andy turned toward him, grabbing
his shoulders with both hands, using his body to pull
herself up, the remaining silk of her skirt, rising to
let her legs slide astride him, feeling him rock beneath
her in anticipation, no matter the fact that his jeans
were still on. Yes, he whispered, catching her up with
one arm and easily holding her there, kissing her breasts
as they presented to him, sucking at each of her
hard nipples as his free hand navigated his belt and
jeans below. He rippled beneath her rather like a snake,
and she knew that he was free, and that all
she had to do was carefully slide back down where
she would find him hard and ready below. She knew
she didn't need to look, that her body would perfectly
fit him. This evening's time at the restaurant had proven that,
But she paused waiting, And she didn't know why I
shouldn't want you, she whispered, even as the heat in
her kept growing, Knowing that he was so hard, so close.
Damien brought his hand up to hold her cheek. No, princess,
you shouldn't. There were some words. When you hear them,
you instantly know that they are true, even if you
want to pretend that they are not. Andy saw it
at the hospital all the time, patients fighting against dire diagnoses,
in part because on some level they knew that they
were truthful, and that doctors wouldn't lie. You didn't fight
against what you didn't believe in, And so she knew
the truth when she heard it coming from Damien's mouth.
He was a dangerous man and also a massive and
horrific beast, and there was no way any part of
this was right or safe, and they both knew that.
But nothing on this world or any of the others
could stop her from sliding down everything still waiting on her.
And for the first time since they'd started making out,
Andy could hear the cars flying by above again, making
the bridge echo with their passage one by one, and
somewhere under the remnants of her skirt, her thighs were parted,
and she was ready to take him in sight unseen.
She found him, or he found her, and she pressed
against him, and she heard him moan, just as she did,
both of them feeling her begin to part around him.
Oh Andy, he whispered, his hands tightening around her waist,
barely stopping himself from dragging her onto him, and slowly,
in time with the beating of the cars driving above,
she began to find a rhythm, rising and lowering entirely
in control of her own ride. He hissed with anticipation
each time she lowered to take more of him in,
and he groaned when she rose up too high, leaving
him bereft. And then slowly, almost so slowly she didn't
notice it was happening, He began to move with her, too,
stroking into her in her own time, until she was
as low as she could be, stretched totally around him,
and he was hilt deep inside. It was the final
line of her inviti patient to him. He grabbed her ass,
pulled her clothes, and started to thrust in earnest and
then