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.
And then she couldn't hear the cars anymore over their
own sounds, the way she moaned when he filled her,
the way he was breathing, rough the slick, perfect wetness
of the place where they met. Again and again. He
used an arm to push himself up, crushing her to
him with his other one, kissing anything he could reach hard,
pinning her on him again and again, her thighs wide,
her clit grinding against his perfect abs. And then he paused,
falling back on the seat behind him, breathing hard, staring
up at her like she was a guy. Show me
how to make you come, he said, his voice low
and serious. What Andy laughed nervously, her voice rising. His
hands caught her hips again and rocked her back and forth.
There's no room in here for me to eat you out. Again,
he held her still and slowly thrust up into her,
reminding her of how far they'd already come. And I
have to see you feel you come again. I have to.
She looked down at him, panting, wiping her sweaty hair
away from her face and breasts with one hand. There
are dragons in this world, my dear, real dragons, anything
that you desire, he said, arching his hips into a
slow stroke. To know a dragon is to be cursed.
Name it, princess, he growled, rocking deep in her Once more,
beware no, she said aloud, throwing her head back, chasing
Auntie Kim's warning from her mind. Andy looked down and
saw the determination in his eyes, felt the heat of
his hands on her ass, and the way that his
cock throbbed inside her as she slid herself up and
down it. She was in control right now. She was
riding him, and even if he was a dragon, he
was begging to release her. She wasn't going to let
any amount of superstitions stop her from taking this. I'll
show you, Damien made an acquiescing rumble deep in his chest.
She leaned down and worked her way up his neck
to kiss him on the spot she wanted to be
kissed on the spot below her ear. That made her
go insane, and he chuckled darkly. Then this she whispered,
taking one of his hands to pull it underneath her breast.
He took the hint and kissed at it, looking up.
And what's next, he asked, after swiping his tongue across
her nipple. This at the end, she said, taking his
other hand and bringing his thumb to her mouth, sucking
on it to get it wet, before pushing it down
to where they joined, right beneath her clip to use
it as another point of friction, grinding herself down. He purred.
At this all right, let me see, Damien said, releasing
his hand. He brought her down into his arms and
breathed against her ear, licking up its outer shell, before
sinking back to kiss the perfect spot, the one that
made electricity shudder through her no matter what, so that
her thighs clenched and pulsed against him, fluttering in a
way she couldn't help. Oh, that's delightful, he murmured, doing
it again, and then he breathed and licked his way
down to pull her nipple into his hot mouth, rolling
his tongue across it and sucking hard while pinching the
other until his mouth and hand were reversed the heat
of his mouth and the heat of his hand were interchangeable,
and both of them were stoking a fire she kept
secret within her, and he started to thrust into her
again with intent. Then he reached up a hand and
pressed his thumb into her mouth to trail it wetly
down between her breasts and stomach until she couldn't wait
for what was next, settling it between them, rubbing at her.
As his hips arched up, she put her hands against
his chest and ground on top of him. He curled
forward to catch her waist with his free hand, pulling
her into him, pushing her hair out of her face
to kiss her fiercely, then twining her hair around his
hand like a rope, using it to keep her over him,
his mouth never stopping, his cock, never stopping. Anytime she
came up for air, she found him almost burning her
with his intense golden gaze. Andy started to moan as
the fire in her expanded, giving herself over to his
relentless onslaught as he did everything she asked of him,
again and again. Oh God, she was so close. She
put a hand out against the low ceiling, pressing herself
down even harder, so that the movements between them were
so subtle yet sharp, and the friction so hot. His hand,
his mouth, her breast, her clit. Fuck me, Oh damn it,
don't stop, Just fuck me, she whispered. Take what's yours,
he commanded in a groan. Everything inside her tightened up
into one impossibly tight clench, and then everything let go,
she screamed as she roiled above him. As he didn't stop.
He rode her through into each wave and then out
of it again, her entire body alight, bursting with one
flame after another, until finally they were quenched, and she
collapsed above him like a burnt out star, panting into
the vicinity of his neck. Oh my god, she whispered.
God has nothing to do with it, Damien said, twisting
his head to kiss her forehead. Damien moved his hands
to hold her to him and to stroke her back.
He'd been with so many women in his lifetime, but
none of them had come for him like that, so completely,
letting themselves go, holding nothing in reserve. She was gasping
on top of him, with him still hard inside her,
and even the smallest movements she made were deliciously torturous.
He soothed her and pulled her up so that his
cock was free. She moaned at this, unsettled by its absence,
and he kissed her cheek. You, she protested, don't worry
about me. It was enough to have seen her and
felt her explode on him