The Dragon Billionaire's Secret Mate(26)

"Who's Gregor?"

Samuel laughed. "Tomorrow, he's going to be the richest, happiest chauffeur in the world."

He deposited her very gently in the front seat.

Theresa hardly remembered anything of the drive. She was tired down to her bones, and her eyes kept falling shut.

Samuel carried her up to the penthouse and laid her down on his bed. He helped her out of her torn, crumpled dress. Theresa could have done this for herself. The worst of the exhaustion had receded on the drive into town. But it was nice to lie here and feel taken care of. And she was pretty sure Samuel wanted to be taking care of her. He'd kept throwing concerned glances at her from the corner of his eyes during the whole drive, and bristled protectively when the doorman had gotten too close in the building's lobby.

Samuel peeled out of his own clothes when he'd finished undressing her, carelessly dropping his blood-stained, ruined tux on the floor. Theresa reached out to touch his chest. Only three thin pink lines remained of the gaping slashes on his chest. It was a miracle that he'd survived. Magic. Magic they'd created, together.

Theresa called up a few sparkles of that bright warm power and let it flow out through the tips of her fingers while she touched the lines of his scars; just making sure, feeling that he was safe and whole.

Samuel shivered. His cock gave an interested twitch, growing and filling.

"What does it feel like?" Theresa asked.

"Tingly," Samuel said with a low laugh. "Do it again?"

She slid her hands down his chest, leaving a faint glow everywhere she'd touched his skin. When she'd been healing him, it had felt like an almost physical pull, his body soaking up every bit of energy she could give, draining her strength out of her in a great rushing flow. But now, with him healthy and strong, there wasn't any draining energy. Just a feeling of connection, a faint, almost electrical tingle beneath her hands.

Samuel gave a startled groan when she wrapped her hand around his cock. "Oh, that feels—" He shook his head, his eyes dazed, as if he couldn't find a word to describe the feeling.

Theresa stroked him slow and easy, light spilling out between her fingers. She loved the feeling of his big cock in her hand, the eager way his body curled towards hers. She sat up on her knees, bending down to give his cock a curious lick. Samuel groaned. She liked the salty taste of him, the feeling of him in her mouth, and even better were the low, overwhelmed sounds of pleasure he made when she took him deeper inside her mouth.

Samuel stroked her hair, her cheek, his big hands tender and careful on the side of her face. Theresa closed her eyes and reveled in the feeling of it, the intimate way they were connected now. Her own arousal was growing along with his, burning hotly between her thighs.

When Samuel came, it was almost as if she could feel his pleasure in her own body. It left her feeling dazed and languid. Samuel sat still for a long moment after, his hands braced on the bed, his sides heaving for breath. He looked overwhelmed, awed. He reached out to squeeze her hand, as if trying to say with the touch what he couldn't find the words for right then.

Finally, he shook himself. "What would you like?" he asked.

"Oh, um." Theresa stalled. For all that they'd done it before, she still found it hard to say it out loud. She let her thighs fall open. Samuel smiled and bent down to kiss the top of her thigh.

"Like this?" he asked.

"Mmm," Theresa said, spreading her legs wider so Samuel could lie down between them.

He kissed and licked her gently while Theresa floated on the pleasure of it. He was so amazing at this, and so patient; she didn't have to hurry to get off, she could just enjoy this, let the pleasure flood through her until her entire body tingled with it. Samuel stroked the sensitive insides of her thighs, and then slid his hands around, cupping her ass, squeezing gently while she groaned and arched into his mouth.

Her orgasm was a slow, cresting wave that left her sensitive and hungry for more.

Samuel curled around her. He was already hard again, she felt with surprise. But then she already knew that his stamina was amazing, and maybe some of her pleasure had communicated itself to him just the way she thought she'd been able to feel his, through that bond they now shared.

He pulled her back against his chest, stroking her clit with just the tips of his fingers, as if he could tell exactly how sensitive she was after her orgasm. Finally he slid inside her, slow and gentle and perfect.

They rocked together slowly, neither of them in any hurry to finish, just enjoying the closeness and the intimacy, pleasure sparking back and forth between them.

Samuel came when she did, his arms tightening around her as she cried out in pleasure.

He kissed the back of her neck. "I love you," he whispered.