by Kyle, Celia
“I want you so damn bad,” Ragan hissed against her ear, sending ticklish spirals of pleasure through her body. Right then and there, Elissa realized there’d be no stopping them. The attraction between them had been building and, now that it had finally reached its boiling point, it had transformed into a force of nature.
“How bad?” Elissa found herself whispering, her voice lower in tone. In a way, it sounded foreign to her own ears, almost as if the lust coursing through her body was powerful enough to change her pitch. She didn’t mind it. As far as she was concerned, in that moment she was nothing more than lust’s instrument.
“Bad,” he repeated, his tone even lower than hers. “I want you really bad.”
“Then prove it.” Looking up into his hazel eyes, she held his gaze for a second that seemed to stretch into eternity. She felt herself melt under his gaze, the scorching heat from his body like one coming out of a furnace. He was a dragon through and through, no doubt about that.
“Am I on trial here?” His tone was amused, but the bright flames of desire dancing in his eyes were a clear reminder that he wanted to do so much more than just crack jokes.
“Not really,” Elissa replied, gently placing both hands on his chest. His heart beat steadily under her palms, and a wave of heat spread through her body once more. “I just want you to stop saying how much you want me. I want you to show me, Ragan.”
“Consider it done.”
His words went from a lustful whisper to a growl and, before she had time to react, he closed the little distance between their bodies. His mouth went for hers while, at the same time, his right hand slipped between her legs. Overwhelmed with sensations, she moaned softly against his lips, allowing his tongue inside her mouth. Just like the rest of his body, it was warm and inviting, and it only took a fraction of a second before she surrendered to his embrace.
Pressing the palm of his hand between her thighs, Ragan massaged her mound with the precision of a master craftsman, and it felt like absolute magic. She knew he had the body of a god, one that could unleash the fires of hell upon her, but she had no idea he would have the moves to back it up. Now that she knew for certain that he could hold his own, she was dying to discover what else he could do.
“You’re driving me crazy,” she breathed against his lips, her eyelids slowly descending over her eyes. Even though he was a sight for sore eyes, she needed a break from the spectacle. For the time being, his touch would have to suffice.
“Yeah?” Pulling back from her, her legs dropped to the ground as he slid his skilled hand up to her waist. “I want to see that for myself.”
Without giving her enough time for a reply, he hooked his fingers on her slacks and tugged them down, revealing a black lace thong. Warm blood rushed to her cheeks as she suddenly felt exposed, but she didn’t let that stop her.
If anything, she wanted to feel exposed around Ragan. She wanted no secrets between them.
Holding her breath, her heart beat at a thousand miles per hour as she kicked off her shoes and stepped out of her pants. She ran her tongue over her lips, anticipation taking over, and then exhaled sharply as his hand returned to that sweet spot between her thighs. He flattened his palm against her wetness, the drenched fabric of her thong the only barrier between their flesh, and a devilish grin spread across his lips.
Leaning in, he placed his lips against her ear.
“I love how wet you are,” he whispered, and his words sent a shiver up her spine. Elissa wasn’t exactly sure what she liked the most, his words or his tone, but she decided she didn’t care. What she cared about was the fact that everything he did drove her absolutely nuts, and that was something she hadn’t ever experienced. She wasn’t exactly a prude, nor was she inexperienced, but Ragan somehow awoke a part of her that was unfamiliar and completely untamed.
Needing to know if his body reacted as fiercely to hers, she reached for him with one open hand, ready to feel his hardness throbbing against her fingers. Ragan stopped her before she closed in on the hard shape hiding under his jeans. He wrapped his fingers around her wrist and held her hand still, that devilish grin of his widening as he looked into her eyes.
“I know it’s hard to be patient,” he told her, “but you’re gonna have to make an effort.”
Slowly, he released her wrist, but only once he was sure she wouldn’t try anything. Still holding her gaze, he pulled her blouse over her head, baring her black lace bra. His eyes grew wide as he took in the upper curve of her breasts, and Elissa couldn’t help but notice that his hardness seemed to grow. She could see nothing but its contour, perfectly drawn on the rough fabric of his jeans, but it was enough to remind her of just how unique of a specimen Ragan was.
He was right. It was hard to be patient.
In that moment, she wanted nothing more than to rip the clothes from his body, run her fingers over his muscles, and feel him pulsing against her palm.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Ragan whispered, his words carrying an edge.
Slowly, he slid one hand around her waist and allowed his fingers to skim up her spine, drawing goosebumps all over her body. He only stopped when he found the clasp of her bra, which he undid with a quick flick of his fingers. She tensed as the cups drooped over her breasts, her nipples hardening. When he finally yanked the bra free, leaving her wearing nothing but her drenched thong, her teeth dug so hard into her lip that she thought she’d drawn blood.
“Take me,” she whispered, the words leaving her mouth before her brain could even process their meaning. Her rational side had already taken the hands off the steering wheel, and nothing but pure instinct was leading the charge. “Make me yours.”
“Soon,” he murmured, gently laying one hand on the nape of her neck as he set her back on her feet.
He leaned into her once more, but this time his mouth didn’t go for hers. He lay his lips on the bare skin of her neck, kissing it softly, and then traced a line with the tip of his tongue toward her collarbone.
“Oh, god.” Her skin prickled when he finally started the hike down the curve of her breasts, and her heart did a somersault inside her chest when he finally reached her right nipple. Without a moment’s hesitation, he wrapped his lips around her pleasure bud, sucking it into his mouth, and then mercilessly whipped it with his tongue. He did it in a perfect way, each stroke of his tongue a blend of sexual violence, desire, and tenderness.
Leaning against the wall, she threw her head back and closed her eyes. She took both of her hands to his head and threaded her fingers into his hair, enjoying its silkiness as he took care of her breasts. Of course, he did so much more than just “take care” of her breasts. He devoured them, his tongue and lips working together to satisfy his hunger.
“You’re delicious,” he muttered, pulling back from her just so he could look into her eyes. He cupped both her breasts and then, as if he had all the time in the world, went down on one knee in front of her. “So, fucking delicious,” he repeated, and then he placed his mouth on the valley between her breasts. Slowly, he descended her body with soft little kisses and only stopped when his lips met the elastic band of her thong.
Even though she still had her eyes closed, she could sense the expression of pure delight on his face. His fingers, now resting on her hips, brimmed with tension, and his breathing had become ragged and labored. He struggled to control his urges, she realized, just like a dam struggled to hold all the water after a heavy rainstorm.
When Elissa finally opened her eyes, she looked down to find Ragan staring at her thong with fascination. Her heart thumped harder as he leaned in, his eyelids fluttering almost imperceptibly. A heatwave took over her body as he opened his mouth and fit it over the drenched fabric.
She parted her lips to say something, but her words died in her throat. When he dug his fingers into her ass cheeks, forcing her to push her wetness against his mouth, her brain shut down, taking with it the ability to form coherent sentences. When he finally hooked his fing
ers on the elastic band, she quickly realized that speech was overrated anyway. Nothing she could say would improve the experience.
With one quick movement, Ragan pulled the fabric against her outer thigh until there was a tearing sound and an exquisite burn from the fabric. The ruined thong slid off her skin easily and, a fraction of a second later, the cool air in the room caressed her aching inner lips. Breathing hard, she realized she couldn’t remember the last time she had been this wet… probably because she had never been this wet in her life.
“It’s all yours,” she told Ragan, enjoying the wicked flames of lust that burned in his eyes. Slowly, he looked up at her and smiled. He didn’t say a word, but he didn’t need to do. The look on his face told Elissa everything she needed to know.
Moving fast, so much that his movements became nothing but a blur, Ragan placed both his hands on her hips and slammed her against the wall. Then, sliding one hand to her backside, he forced her to raise her right leg up so she rested the back of her knee over his shoulder. Driven mad by what lay in front of him, Ragan dove in like a man who had just been presented with a godly banquet.
Opening his mouth wide, he pressed it against her wet inner lips with a vengeance. His tongue ran up her length only to come down again, and he repeated that until she was nothing but a quivering mess. Her whole body tensed, only to go limp a few seconds later, and that’s when he redoubled his efforts. Parting her folds with his tongue, he then slid it inside of her, pushing into her depths until a moan exploded out of her.
“So…fucking…delicious,” he repeated again, slowly taking his tongue to her clit. He whipped at it savagely and then wrapped his lips around it and sucked it into his mouth, his tongue dancing around it so viciously that the blood inside her veins started to boil.
It all felt surreal, but in the best of ways.
Of course, what she was feeling had little to do with Ragan’s technical expertise when it came to the female body. Even though he knew all the right moves—and when to use them—the real enjoyment came from his genuine and lustful excitement. He made her feel as if she truly was the most delicious thing in the entire universe, and that was something few men could ever hope to do.
“I think I’m gonna come,” she found herself saying, her body boiling from the inside out. Her nerve endings felt raw and electric pleasure crackled under her bare skin. Eager to show what other tricks he had up his sleeve, Ragan placed two fingers against her entrance and, with his lips still wrapped around her clit, pushed them deep inside her. He curled them upward like a hook, and only stopped when he had them pressed against that sweet hidden spot.
That did the trick.
“Fuck,” she hissed, her inner walls tightening around Ragan’s fingers. A column of fire rose up the length of her spine, all the way to her brain, and every one of her thoughts turned into ash as a storm of ecstasy took over. Her eyes rolled in their sockets, her entire body tensing as her nerve endings burned. Her heart beat so furiously she wouldn’t have been too surprised if the damn thing merely gave up on her.
Of course, her heart refused to give up.
After all, both her mind and body still wanted more of what Ragan had to offer.
“I’m not going to let you stop me now,” she told him the moment he pulled back from her. She locked her eyes on his and then brushed her thumb over his glistening lips, her fluids still coating them. With one finger under his chin, she made him rise up to his feet, and her heart tightened up as he towered over her.
“Is that right?”
“That’s absolutely right,” she replied, flattening the palm of her hand against the bulge in his pants. She wrapped her fingers around his hard shape and, even though the fabric of his trousers remained in the way, she couldn’t help but be amazed at how thick and hard he felt. For a moment, there was a rush of adrenaline and she panicked. She had never been with anyone as big as Ragan, and she couldn’t help wondering about the mechanics of it all.
But her panic didn’t last.
Succumbing to her urges, she allowed desire to spread its wings inside her, and she placed both hands on his chest. Excitement got the best of her and, for a moment, she felt herself on the verge of shifting. Her eyes started to see more sharply, her nails turned into claws, and she had to take a deep breath to stop herself from going all the way.
The claws, though, came in handy.
She used them to tear at his shirt, turning it into nothing but a shredded rag, and that was when she realized he was also struggling not to shift. Under his skin she could see more than just the contour of his muscled pectorals. There was a hint of scales in there as well, the dragon hiding inside him eager to be let free.
This is really happening, she thought, doing her best to keep her panther instincts reined in. It was hard…but not as hard as him. Slipping her hand back down to his waistband, she pushed down his zipper and got rid of his trousers as quickly as she could. Once he was standing in front of her with nothing but tight boxer briefs, she felt herself become even wetter than she had been before. She had no idea how that was possible but, then again, she didn’t care.
Using her enhanced fingernails once again, she sliced up his boxer briefs and freed his erection. His cock sprang free, as hard and thick as she had imagined it would be, and the tip glistened. Before she even knew what she was doing, she was on her knees.
She closed her eyes and leaned in.
The moment her lips touched his heated flesh, there was little she could do to keep her wildest urges restrained. The saltiness of his precum, the warmth of his skin, the pulsating desire… It was all too irresistible, and it only took her half a second before she rolled her lips down the entire length of his shaft. She only stopped when he hit against the back of her throat, his thick cock weighing down her tongue.
“Oh god,” he groaned, the guttural sound of his dragon voice slipping into his words. Throwing his head back, he placed both hands on top of her head, and that was when Elissa revved up her engines. Bobbing her head slowly at first, her lips traveled up and down his entire length.
She picked up speed until the muscles in her neck ached, but she used the pain as her fuel. She gave him her all, devouring him with the same intensity he had used on her, and she would have gone all the way if he hadn’t stopped her. She could already feel his cock throbbing almost too violently against her tongue, his whole body becoming as tense as a nocked arrow, and there was no doubt in her mind he was seconds away from exploding in her mouth.
“Not like this,” he growled, gently pushing her head back as he slipped his cock out from between her lips. Surprised, she looked up at him to see a faint mist of steam rising from his naked skin, almost as if he was about to burst in flames. The scales on his chest had become more prominent now, and his teeth had become as sharp as knives.
“Then how?” she asked him, slowly returning to her feet. Even though she knew the answer to her own question, she still wanted to hear him say it.
“I’ll show you how,” he replied, and then he scooped her up into his arms effortlessly. She threw her arms over his shoulders as he carried her into the bedroom, nudging the door open with the tip of his foot, and only noticed that she had been holding her breath when he placed her down on his massive bed. The mattress shifted under her weight and then again when he followed after her, his eyes burning with uncontrollable desire.
Hooking his fingers under the back of her knees, he dragged her across the mattress toward him. Finding no resistance, he lay down on top of her naked body, and she immediately laced her legs around his waist. Arching her back, she tightened her legs around him like a vise, almost as if afraid he’d try to escape, and reeled him in. The moment the tip of his cock brushed against her drenched entrance, there was little either of them could do to stop the inevitable from happening.
One thrust and he was in.
“Oh my god,” she moaned, her arms splayed to the side as she bunched up the sheets in her hands. She hadn’t known w
hat to expect, with his enormous size. But now that he was inside her, she realized there was nothing to be worried about. Her inner walls adjusted to his girth effortlessly and, even though he filled her up in the most impressive of ways, it only added to her pleasure.
He took his time too, giving her body enough time to adjust itself, and only then did he start to thrust. And when he finally did, it was almost impossible for Elissa to retain any semblance of control. Her spine tensed up, her muscles brimming with energy, and even her jaw seemed to pop. The panther wanted to get out, to explore all of its animalistic urges, and this time there was no way she’d be able to stop it.
She wouldn’t go all the way and shift into a panther, of course, but there were little outlets for all the energy that she could allow herself. Grinning like a woman possessed, she let her claws grow sharper and, without a moment’s hesitation, buried them into Ragan’s chest. Not one to take it lying down, he immediately looked into her eyes and grinned, his teeth turning into sharp fangs.
“Is that how you want to play?” he asked her, his dragon’s voice coming through, deep and rumbling. As he spoke, barely noticeable wisps of smoke escaped from his mouth, and Elissa became even wetter as she realized she was literally playing with fire here.
Before she had time to come up with a reply, Ragan leaned in and took his mouth to her delicate neck. Her eyes rolled back as he bit into her flesh, his fangs piercing her skin in an almost gentle way, and she returned the favor by digging her own into his skin and biting deeply.