Page 42 of Dragon Unbound (Dragon Kings 3)
Chapter Seventeen
Now wasn’t the time for Tamlyn’s thoughts to be on ripping Cullen’s clothes off, but that’s exactly where they were. Holding his hand all morning, seeing those sexy smiles, and being so near to him were doing crazy things to her. She should be a bundle of nerves now that she was in Stonemore, and yet all she could think about was when she could kiss Cullen again.
“Lass,” he warned in a low voice, his eyes darkening with desire.
“Shouldn’t we check the room?” Her voice sounded breathless and needy. She had never heard herself sound like that before. Then again, she had never encountered a Dragon King before.
Without a word, he stood and held out his hand. She took it, her heart racing. Chills raced up her arm when his fingers closed over hers. He didn’t take his eyes from hers when he led her around the table and through the room to the stairs.
Someone called out Cullen’s name. He glanced over and caught the keys to the room in midair without breaking stride. Her heart thudded against her ribs as her blood heated in her veins. Then they were in a room. Tamlyn grabbed his head and brought it down to hers, pressing her lips against his.
The kiss was all that she remembered and more. He teased and tempted, then demanded and devoured. She was breathless with need. No one had ever made her feel this way. And she knew there was no one else on this realm, or another, who ever could.
His arms wrapped around her tightly. She loved the feel of him pressed against her, all his hard muscles. He splayed his hand and slowly moved it down her back to cup her butt as he ground against her. She moaned when she felt his rigid arousal. Tamlyn wound her arms about his neck and rocked her hips against his.
He tore his mouth from hers and said in a husky voice, “God, I want you.”
Tamlyn pushed him away and stepped back. She held his gaze as she removed her belt then pulled her shirt over her head and let it drop. A groan ripped from him as he yanked his shirt off so hard it tore. Then he reached for her, hauling her against his hard body once more. His lips took hers in a scorching kiss that left her shaking and breathless for more.
He backed her across the room then lifted her and gently laid her on the bed. Next thing she knew, their clothes were gone, and they were flesh to flesh. She rolled him onto his back and ended the kiss so she could look at him.
She ran her fingers lightly over his wide chest and chiseled abs down to his trim hips. Her gaze landed on his cock, hard and throbbing. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft. Tamlyn glanced at him to see his gaze locked on her hand. She moved her hand up and down his length, learning the feel of him.
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Cullen forced himself to lay still and allow Tamlyn her time to touch him. She left a trail of fire from his chest down to his rod. When she took him in hand, he fought not to rock his hips up. Then she began to move her hand. It was the most exquisite pleasure he had ever experienced.
A jolt ran through him when she circled her thumb over the sensitive head of his arousal. He hissed at the sensations that shot through him like lightning. He couldn’t lay still anymore. It was his turn to play.
He flipped her onto her back. A surprise cry fell from her lips as she blinked up at him. Then that stunning mouth of hers curved into a knowing smile.
“My turn,” he said.
His gaze moved down her face to her chest. Her breasts were large enough to fill his hands, her dark-tipped nipples hard and waiting for his mouth. He ran a finger down the valley between her breasts and watched as she held her breath. Her lashes lowered briefly. He caressed down her stomach pausing to circle her navel twice before continuing down to the triangle of black curls between her legs.
The minute he cupped her sex, she moaned loudly and covered his hand with hers. He moved his gaze to her face as he began to leisurely stroke her. Her lips parted as she sighed in pleasure. He pushed a finger inside her, feeling her wet heat. Her hand moved up his arm to his shoulder as her lashes batted open. He found himself looking into her hazel eyes, lost in the pleasure and need that consumed them both.
She pulled his head down to hers and kissed him as gently as he fondled her. Her hips rocked softly against his hand. It wasn’t until he found her clit that her body quivered. Her legs fell open, inviting him to do more. Cullen didn’t need to be told twice.
He kissed down her jaw and neck, along her collarbones and over the swells of her breasts until his lips closed over a turgid peak. Her back arched, a startled cry falling from her swollen lips. He suckled a nipple as he teased her clit mercilessly. The louder her cries became, the more he needed to hear them.
Cullen moved to her other nipple. Her nails dug into his back before her body stiffened for a heartbeat. He watched the pleasure wash over her face as she orgasmed, her body moving with the spasms. His cock jumped. How he wished he could’ve felt that. But he would soon. Very soon.
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Tamlyn was sure she was floating. Her body hummed with the force of the climax. She hadn’t experienced anything like that before. It was…she couldn’t find the words to describe the beauty or amazing intensity of it.
She sank her fingers into Cullen’s thick hair when he began to kiss down her stomach. There was so much she wanted to do to his body, but she needed to recover first. Her limbs felt weighted, her eyes heavy.
They snapped open in shock when his tongue flicked over her sensitive clit. She gasped at the new bliss that rushed through her. Tamlyn didn’t have the energy to stop him, and it felt too good anyway. She relaxed and let his tongue lick and lave her. Just as she closed her eyes to give in to the pleasure, he slid a finger inside her. The movement of his finger in and out of her, along with his tongue on her clit had her clutching the covers. Desire coiled low in her belly and grew with each stroke.
She rocked her hips, seeking the release she knew was coming. Cullen’s mouth and finger were suddenly gone. She opened her eyes to see him kneeling between her legs, his gaze on her face. Only then did he guide his cock to her and push inside.
The feel of him stretching her was wonderful. Then he was over her, his body moving, his hips thrusting. She wrapped her legs around his waist and moved with him, allowing him to sink deeper.
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Cullen had known being inside Tamlyn would be amazing. He hadn’t expected this, however. Her body, her touch, her moans. All of it sent him spiraling into an abyss of need that he would never claw his way out of.
And he wasn’t sure he wanted to.
It was as if they were synced on a level that seemed impossible to comprehend. Yet it was there for him to feel, even if he couldn’t see it. The proof was before him. Even as his mind cautioned him, his body demanded more of the beauty in his arms.
The fire, the passion within her matched his perfectly. He tried to hold back from her, but she wouldn’t let him. She demanded he give as much as she. And he was powerless to refuse. He thrust harder, deeper, joining their bodies in a dance as old as time—fusing their essences, their souls as nothing else could.
He stared into her eyes. Everything suddenly made sense. He couldn’t explain it, and he didn’t want to.
“Cullen,” she whispered as she bit her lip.
