Oh, God. He was going down on her. Few men had, and it had always been a kiss-and-dash affair. But she wasn’t about to deny him, not with how his fingers were already there, working her swollen nub and sending hot flashes of pleasure zipping through her. He nudged apart her legs and settled his face between them… and then did things with his tongue she didn’t know were possible. She arched off the bed, grasping hold of his hair, her fingers buried in it as he thrust two long fingers deep inside her, all while keeping rhythm with his circling tongue and deliciously hot lips. God, the pressure… it was building, so fast and so hot, it was stealing her breath, but no matter how much her body wanted to buck and arch and move, he stayed fixed to her sex, his mouth and his fingers performing a symphony of pleasure-torture on her body.
“Oh, God, Lucian, yes!” Words were spilling from her lips, incoherent curses mixed up with his name. She might actually die of this aching pleasure he was wrenching out of her. “Please don’t stop.”
His only answer was to pick up the pace with his fingers thrusting inside her, adding a third, which rivaled his gorgeous cock in the way that it filled her. She shrieked and called out his name, and just when she thought she might actually have a heart attack and die in a puddle of lust-driven heat, the pressure deep in her belly swelled up, hovered, dangled so close, so close, so close… and then her entire body convulsed. The orgasm possessed her. A scream ripped from her mouth. The pleasure wracked her, pulsing from the epicenter between her legs and shooting mind-numbing waves out to her head and her toes and every part in between. It went on and on until she thought she might die of that… but then it eased, passing like a tsunami, leaving her wrecked it its wake.
Every muscle in her body released. She sunk into the bed so completely, she was surprised she didn’t disappear into it. She was limp and buzzing and couldn’t have moved if her life depended on it. Her eyes lazily opened, as thoroughly bliss-filled as the rest of her, and she could just barely focus on her reflection in the mirror above the bed. She was sprawled on her back, Lucian’s face still between her legs, her hair fanned out to the side, arms lying loose. Her legs had ended up propped on his back. She didn’t remember putting them there. She could barely feel them.
Lucian was gently peppering her belly with kisses. She could feel that.
Oh God, he did it. He actually made her come. He’d broken through years of frustration and heartache with two minutes of tongue between her legs. Holy fuck, he was literally the God of Insane Sexual Powers. When he finally lifted his head to peer at her, his grin of satisfaction had nothing on the gratitude she felt rippling through her entire being.
This man… but he was no man. He was a golden dragon.
He slid his body along hers until he was face-to-face with her again. She had to have a look of amazement on her face, but she was literally struck dumb. What do you say to someone who has fixed the broken thing you thought would never heal?
He smiled and trailed a finger across her cheek. “So beautiful,” he whispered. Then he moved his thumb to the corner of her eye and wiped something away. She hadn’t even realized she was crying, but the fresh, hot tears coursed down her face anyway. “Did you know that dragon tears can cure almost any wound?” he asked softly. “No matter how deep?”
She shook her head, her mouth still not working. The buzz in her body wasn’t even close to abating.
He smiled, and it was glorious. “It’s not so different for humans.”
A flush of something rushed through her. Not lust. Not relief or release. This was something more powerful. Something a lot like gratitude, but even more. Was she falling for this man? Was that all it took—one orgasm, and she was his?
But holy gods what an orgasm.
And more than that… it was a gift. One he knew she needed, so he gave it. Even when she didn’t believe it was possible. He did. Somehow he knew her better than she knew herself.
“Thank you.” It seemed awkward to say, and she cringed the moment it came out of her mouth. But it was the only thing she could manage.
He smirked. “It was terrible for me. Hated every moment.”
A small laugh bubbled up from inside her and huffed its way out.
Then his eyes hooded again. “But I am not finished taking my pleasure with you.” He moved quickly, nudging her legs apart again and entering her in one swift stroke.
She gasped at the fullness and the extreme sensitivity of all her parts. God, he was big.
He exhaled with a shudder that rippled through her as well. She was pleasuring him. Suddenly, urgently, she wanted to bring him to climax, make him come and come and come, as he had for her.