Page 94 of Feathers and Scales

As he covered her body with his, she parted her legs to pull him closer. His arousal brushed her core, sending streaks of delicious fire to his balls. He growled against her lips as he fought the urge to rut against her. Her kisses became feverish, her nails digging into his back.

His dragon snarled for release, ready and willing. He tore himself away from her to stand at the end of the bed. His body ignited as if he had walked into a firepit.

Fuck. Need to stay calm for her.

He couldn’t tear his gaze from her. She sat up, frowning. He clenched and unclenched his hands, trying not to feel like the burned flesh he was fast becoming.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, tensing.

He loosened his jaw. “I want you. All of you. If you’re not ready, tell me.”

Her throat worked as she swallowed. The tantalizing view tormented him. She looked down as she plucked at the T-shirt she’d borrowed. His hands flexed again.

She released a long, unsteady breath and rose to her feet. He froze, muscles bunching. She took a step toward him and, lifting shakyfingers, traced them against a throbbing vein in his neck. Her touch flashed electricity through him.

“I want you too, Daxton.” Her voice quivered, but dauntless eyes stared at him.

The link thrummed, and their desires intermingled—hot and edgy. He held himself still, wanting her to commit to the choice. She ran her fingers to the back of his head and tugged when she leaned in toward him. Her mouth pressed against his. They kissed slowly, a melding.

His heart thundered.

He pushed her onto the bed and fell on her like a dragon claiming his mate. She moaned harshly as he nipped at her collarbone and ground his body into hers. When he kissed her, she tentatively reciprocated, as if her mind was elsewhere.

He said, “Just like your meditation—focus on the sensations.” Kissing her, he swept his hand up her torso until he tugged her bra down and caressed her breast through the material of her shirt. The mound in his palm, round and firm with a peaking nub, sent him groaning. “You feel so good.”

She cried out and angled toward him. Her leg draped over his, opening her core to him. Her lips became forceful, less timid. His cock pulsed, and he ground himself against her thigh, searching for her heat. She pushed her chest forward, and he palmed her nipple. Her hands brushed against his stomach. Skin pressed to skin, causing pressure so damn close to the throb in his pants. He rocked himself against her. Exhilaration drifted through his body. An explosion of air escaped their joined lips.

“Take off your shirt,” he said against her ear.

Sitting up, she tore it over her head. Her confidence struck at his heart. His teeth and tongue found her neck as he unclasped her bra. The fabric popped free, and he tossed it aside, anticipation sizzling along his skin.

His gaze lingered over the rosy peaks of her breasts before he covered them with his hands. He worked the nubs between his fingertips. She jerked as he replaced his hand with his mouth.

“I love how you react to my touch,” he said.

The warm, soft tip turned hard while he lapped his tongue against the top. She gyrated against the bed, her breath shaking out of her as she sought release.

Her strong, caressing fingers slipped up his thigh. She cradled his length through his pants.Fuck.Shuddering, he groaned when she stroked him. Shocks of pleasure scored through his shaft.

He kissed her while his hand trailed down her frame until he cupped her. The wetness of her panties strangled his thoughts. She writhed against him, gasping from the contact. He pulled the waistband of her panties, and the intoxicating scent of her arousal permeated the air. His beast side roared, pushing scales against human flesh, wanting to ravage her.

Gentle. She needs me to be gentle.

“I want to taste you so badly,” he murmured while his lips traced her stomach. He gazed up to lock eyes with her.

Her fingernails scratched over his short hair as she ground herself against him. Taking it as an invitation, he kissed across her torso and pulled her pants and underwear off. Her naked body lay before him, legs closed and rolled to one side. It left him with a view of her exposed butt and breasts.

Her red cheeks highlighted her wet eyes. He rubbed his aching chest and grabbed her legs. Pliant flesh met his touch as he feathered kisses up her calves. Her trust in him made him smile.

His fingers trailed over her hips. He wished to unwrap her like a present. He drew her apart with gentle hands and kissed her inner thighs. His heart galloped in his ears.

“Daxton…” Her stare held a twinkle of curiosity.

His mouth watered. “Tell me you want this.” He bit her thigh and licked the sting away, staring at the prize of her glistening womanhood before him.

She shivered, but she didn’t break eye contact when he met her gaze.

Nerves tangled Izzy’s tongue as Daxton waited for a response. Naked skin warmed under his gaze. The intimate breeze between her thighs created a wisp of sensitivity in her core.