Dirty Dragon: Breath of Air Collection (Dragons Love Curves Book 7) Page 10

  Those tingles? They turned to flames. "Oooh. I'm not nervous. I don't want to take it slow. I was one-hundred percent wondering if it would be too forward of me to drag you directly to my room and make you strip tease for me."

  Dax picked her up under her knees and lifted her into his arms, like she was no bigger than a doll. "Which way?"

  He didn't even wait for her to answer. He carried her down the only hall in her small one-bedroom house, kicked open the bathroom door, kept going and found her bedroom in the next doorway. Her very favorite part of the house, and the reason she'd bought it in the first place was the gorgeous little fireplace in the bedroom. She loved having a fire burning there in the evenings, while she read in bed. It was going to be totally romantic if she had half a chance to stop and light it. Maybe later.

  She'd decorated her room in yellows and golds which had so much more significance now this morning than it had yesterday. It wasn't overly girly and Dax was going to look just right sprawled across her bed.

  Sprawled across her.

  Dax set her down and grabbed her around the waist, yanking her body against his. She licked her lips and he groaned. His brought his face down to hers and his tongue peeked out. He licked along the seam of her lips, asking her to open for him. She didn't hesitate and not only allowed him access to her, but pushed her way into his mouth with her tongue too. Their lips and tongues danced and drove the passion she was already feeling for him even higher.

  The wood nestled into a small pyramid ready to light burst into a crackling fire behind her. It matched the fire burning in his eyes. "I'd love it if you let me claim you in front of the fire, lass."

  Claim her. God that sounded so hot. "Ooh. yes, please."

  If he could use his element to set the scene for their lovemaking, so could she. She imagined that sunny light inside of her and let the wind flow through her hair. Her bedding, including pillows and bedspread went flying into the air, and she concentrated really hard to land them on the floor and not directly in the fireplace.

  Pat on the back to herself. If she could do that, she wanted to try something else too. Jules called the wind back up and it fluttered the bottom hem of Dax's shirt. He chuckled and held his arms up over his head. The shirt wiggled its way up over his abs, his chest, then up and over his head and arms.

  "That is a handy skill you've learned. Let's see you do it on yourself too. Off with the shirt, Jules. I'm dying to suck and kiss and lick those creamy breasts of yours." He didn't wait for her to use the wind to undress herself. His hands were under the hem and skimming along her sides, his touch stealing the breath from her lungs in all the best ways. Her shirt went to the floor with his and Dax stood there staring at her.

  Gulp. She hadn't thought this through very well. Her libido had gotten the best of her instead of that other voice in her head that said a hottie like Dax didn't match well with a plump nobody like her. Jules wrapped her arms across her belly trying to hide the faded stretch marks that came with puberty, donut addiction, and not enough situps.

  Maybe they could have sex with their shirts on. But she couldn't avoid taking off her pants and then he was going to see her butt and all her cellulite. Oh God. What had she been thinking?

  "I don't know exactly what's going through your head right now, but I can almost see the smoke coming out of your ears. I hope it's because your body is as much on fire for mine as I am for yours." Dax gently grabbed each of her wrists and unfolded her arms, revealing her pudgy tummy.

  She was on fire all right. Her face and cheeks were the temperature of the sun. She was swallowing quick shallow breaths waiting for his reaction, ready to flee to the bathroom to hide her body and embarrassment if she had to.

  Dax dropped to his knees in front of her, putting his face flush with her navel. Great googly mooglies. She prayed she didn't have any belly button lint. He pressed a kiss to the left side of her stomach, and then the right. "Don't hide yourself from me, lass. I want to see, and touch, and taste every inch of you."

  That sounded both fabulous and horrifying. Every other man she'd been with had been happy enough to have sex under the covers, in the dark. Because it was early morning light streamed into the room, brighter than she remembered it being before. There was no part of her he wouldn't see when they were naked. No hiding anything from him. "Even the, uh, not very perfect bits? I'd sort of rather you ignore my muffin top, and the jiggly part of my thighs, please. Also, pretend my butt is at least half the size it is. Kay?"

  He chuckled and unbuttoned her pants, pulled down the zip, and tugged the legs so they fell halfway down her legs. "Not a chance. I'm going to bury my face between them and I'll need something to hold on to while I make you squirm and beg me to make you come."

  "Oh." Could she get over herself enough to let him do all these dirty, exciting things to her? She really wanted to. Why was she being so lame about it? He said he was attracted to her. She should believe him and get down to the fun.

  A lifetime of hearing that she was anything but attractive to men held her back.

  She'd spent far too long believing she was nothing, nobody, and frankly ... not worth it. But you know what? She wasn't any of those things. She was a freaking witch. She had something inside of her that no one else did. Not only her powers, but a part of her that had awakened last night. That small flame of love she'd held in her mind’s eye was the true power, a part of the real her.

  Being able to share something like that with anyone was a little scary. She couldn't imagine showing her true self to just anyone. But Dax wasn't just anyone. When they were together, she felt like someone.

  Jules ran her fingers into Dax's hair. "I think that sounds like fun. I like it when you talk dirty to me."

  She bit her lip to keep the giggle from escaping. Had she seriously said that? Like out loud?

  Yup. She had, and it didn't even sound ridiculous.

  "We're just getting started, my lovely lass." Dax slipped her pants down the rest of the way and Jules slipped one foot out and then the other. He threw them over his shoulder and gazed up at her, that fire so bright in his eyes. The pendant around his neck burned just as bright.

  The charm she wore with the sun also shined. She couldn't quite remember where she'd gotten it, but it was important to her. Every other stitch of her clothing was coming off, but she'd keep the necklace on.

  Dax didn't seem to notice. He worked his way along her hip, kissing and nipping at her skin with his teeth. The tiny stings from his teeth sent shivers up and down her skin. He snagged the edge of her panties between his teeth and yanked them down on one side. If this was going to become a regular thing with them, she was going lingerie shopping.

  Oh, please, let there be a next time.

  "You should probably stop wearing these around me all together." He ripped through the material with his teeth and then clipped the other side open with the tip of a dragon talon on one hand. They fell to the floor in shreds. "Otherwise you'll probably go through quite a few when I tear them off."

  "I'll try to remember that." A tiny giddy giggle popped out. Dax wanted more too. She felt like clapping, but restrained herself. Barely. Mostly because he buried his face in her thatch of curls and pushed his tongue between her legs and Jules lost all train of thought. She bit her lip to keep from moaning too loudly and sending the neighbors into conniptions.

  Dax did wrap his hands around her hips and dug his fingers into the flesh of her butt cheeks. She couldn’t get away, even if she wanted to. Which she didn’t. Jules shoved her hands into his hair and ran her fingers over and over his scalp. Good God, he had a talented tongue.

  “Dax, oh right there again, please. Don’t stop doing that. You feel so good.” Jules’s knees tremored, then moved into a full on shake as he pushed her closer to coming. Jeez. He was about a thousand times better than any battery-operated boyfriend she’d ever had. Where had this dragon been all her life?

  He groaned and, with his mouth wrapped around her very center,
she didn't understand his mumbling. But whatever he said made her knees go out from under her all together. She was so close to coming in those two tiny minutes. Dax pulled away from her, probably because she was about to fall on top of him. His mouth glistened and he licked his lips.

  "Come down here with me. I want you naked and spread out on the blanket so I can feast on every bit of you." He tugged on her hand, but it wasn’t like he had to do a whole lot of convincing. He brought her to her knees, so they were facing each other. “I can’t wait another minute to do this.”

  Dax grabbed her face and took her mouth in a hard, sensuous kiss. His tongue pressed in and out of her lips, and she tasted her essence on him. The carnality of that moment had her whimpering with pure need. There was more to this than a meeting of mouths and tongues. Heat poured into her, not the figurative sexual kind melting her brain, but actual warmth licking at her tongue and throat. He was giving her his fire.

  Jules threw her head back and gasped at the feeling of the flames dancing along her insides. It was anything but painful. More like drinking a panty-melting aphrodisiac. It pooled in her belly and warmed her from the inside out. "More Dax, give me more of you, of your fire."

  "Fuck, you're beautiful. I can feel you everywhere the flames touch you and I need more." He extended that talon again and snipped her bra in two at the front, then slid it down her arms.

  Her breasts were cool where the clothing had covered her skin, keeping the flames away and her nipples pebbled. Dax palmed both, lifting them and caressing the chill away with his fingers. "Look how they overflow my hands. I could get lost in your tits for a lifetime."

  He dropped his head and sucked on tip into his mouth and suckled hard. He licked with his tongue and the flames inside his mouth matched the rhythm. The sensation was so intense and he'd built her up so high that she thought she might come just from his mouth on her nipple. "Dax, I want you. Please, I want you inside of me. I need you."

  "I'd love nothing better. Except maybe you on top later." Dax waggled his eyebrows all while spreading her legs with his knees. "I'm going to make you feel so good you're going to forget any other man you've ever been with. Starting right here."

  Dax pressed his lips to the crook of her neck which did indeed feel absolutely fantastic. Way better than any regular ole necking. His touch sent a strange tingle all through her shoulder and across her chest. "Ooh. Do that again. More."

  Dax licked the same spot and nipped at her skin. "Jules. I want to mark you. Show the world that you're mine."

  "Mmm-hmm. I don't know what that means, but if a part of it is doing more of whatever you're doing to my neck right now, I'm in." She wouldn't mind everyone knowing that she was with him.

  "Do you want that, to belong to me?" Dax scraped his teeth along the muscle in her neck all the way down to her shoulder.

  Holy she didn't know what. Because what he was doing to her was anything but holy, but it sure was like a religious experience. "I like the sound of that. Is this a reciprocal thing? Because that's hot and I really want you to use your teeth on me like that again, but only if it means you're going to belong to me too."

  "Oh yes. Yes, it does." Dax licked that same spot again, blew on it, sending shivers across her skin.

  Whoa, not just shivers, but fire. That same flame they'd been playing with before circled and spiraled in a pattern along her collarbone, sending pure desire into her. "Do it, Dax. Mark me. Make me yours."

  Dax didn't hesitate, he wrapped his arms around her, held her head to the side and chased the flames. He bit down on that spot between her neck and shoulder, not quite breaking the skin, but enough that it would bruise. He sucked hard and sent even more fire into her skin. Even though it should hurt, the very opposite seeped into her. Dax growled deep and gutterally, sending the fire on her skin shooting through her body and straight to her core.

  Jules threw her head back as her body convulsed with so much pleasure. She'd been so turned on by him that this last most intimate moment pushed her over the edge into a shattering orgasm, "Oh my fucking dragon, yes, yes, yes."

  Dax reached between their bodies and slid his cock into her wet channel. He made her feel so full, to right. He filled her so perfectly and her body responded to his, clenching him tight inside of her. He slid in and out, slowly, seating himself fully before starting the torture all over again. She lost herself in the feeling of their bodies joining, becoming one.

  Not once did he release her skin from the hold he had on it with his mouth and teeth. Not even when his own groans took on the intensity of hers. Jules wrapped her hands around his neck, holding the back of his head in her palms, never wanting him to let go of her. His own control was slipping and he pistoned his hips, driving into her faster now, his rhythm faltering as they got closer to nirvana.

  She was so close to coming again and this time, she wanted him with her. She whispered naughty sweet nothings into his ear, hoping to push him over the edge. "You make me feel so good. I'm on fire for you. Make me come again. Give me your fire. Come for me."

  He gripped her hips in his hands and pushed into her once, twice, three times more. His body shuddered and he finally opened his mouth, letting go of her shoulder and roared out her name. "Jules, fuck yes, Jules. You are mine. Mine. Mine. Mine."

  His words, the pure eroticism of the moment, and the power of his release, sent her soaring into another powerful orgasm. The air was sucked from her lungs as her body erupted into pleasure. Flames flared upon her arms and legs, moving from her skin to his and back in a dance stoked by a fluttering breeze.

  The walls and ceiling of her room sparkled and shined in the flickering light of his fire and she matched it with rays of sunshine that poured out of her. Their souls joined and became more than they ever would be on their own. Together, they made magic.

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  He would never get enough of her. Jules was the spark to his fire, the heat to his flame. Without a doubt, he would never be able to live without her and her love ever again. He didn't know how this was possible, or what it meant, but he was more sure of this one thing than he had been of anything else in his life. Jules was his. Forever.

  They would figure out the rest together. Later. After he took her about a dozen and half more times.

  His cocked twitched, still buried inside her sweet heat and still he wanted more. He should be completely replete after the most intense orgasm of his life. He should be passed out asleep. They hadn't even caught their breaths from the last climax and all he could think about was pushing her body to give him another orgasm and another.

  First he needed to take care of her and her body. Make sure his mark and claim on her hadn't hurt. He'd lost all his control with her. Even his fire had taken on a will of its own. With her stoking it with her wind and letting her sunshine dance with the flames, they could have burned down the whole damn house.

  "Lass, are you okay?" He propped himself up on his elbows loving the feeling of her pinned beneath him, but not wanting to squish her. "I didn't hurt you, did I? I'm sorry I lost control for a minute there. You drove me a bit to distraction."

  She blew a bright red lock of hair out of her eyes and wrapped her legs around the back of his calves. "That was the hottest part. I loved it. You're damn good in bed, dragon."

  Dax grabbed a lock of hair between his fingers. Bright, brilliant red. Not orange like the redheads he usually lusted after, but a beautiful crimson. The color of his scales. "You're the one who is hot in bed. It's never been that intense, nor quite so mind-blowing for me before you. Wasn't your hair brown?"

  "Yes, my hair is brown. What were you saying about mind-blowing? Did we break your brain?" She smiled and rubbed her hand across his jaw.

  Dax lifted the strand of hair up so she could see the bright color. It was definitely red, but there were streaks of pure shining gold too. Her eyes crossed trying to look at it. "Uh. That's not my hair."

  "It's attached to your head. Maybe this is part of your latent p
owers. I adored your cute brown hair, but this red color is driving me a bit crazy. Do you suppose your hair everywhere turned red?" Oh yeah. He was going there. Dax pulled out of her warm body, begrudging the loss of her heat, but he had to know. He rolled off and threw her legs up in the air and over his shoulders.

  "Oh my God. What are you doing, you weirdo." She squirmed and giggled. "I can't see in this position. Are you going to tell me or not?"

  "Holy shit, babe. Bright fucking fire-engine red." He was going to spend so much time with his face buried in those curls. His cock went from semi-hard to stone.

  "If you call me fire crotch, I'm never sleeping with you again." She shook her finger at him and wrinkled up her nose.

  She was so fucking cute. Dax laughed and dove straight into her new fiery curls. She was still wet from their lovemaking and he lapped at her sensitive little clit, lashing the tip of his tongue over it. He pushed two fingers into her pussy and felt the heat of his own release inside of her. He surprised himself with the thought that he wanted his seed to fill her, to see her belly swollen with his child.

  He slid his fingers deeper inside and instead of emulating the action of his cock, he crooked his fingers inside of her and pushed against her inner walls searching for exactly the right spot.

  "Dax. God, I don't think I can come again." Her delicious little whimpers and the way her hands went into his hair and kneaded at his scalp contradicted those words.

  She would come again. And again. He suckled on her clit, pulling it gently between his lips while tickling her inner walls with his fingers. He knew he found just the right spot when her hips lifted off the floor and she cried out. Then he sucked hard on her clit and lashed at it with his tongue, relentlessly driving her higher and higher. Her channel fluttered and spasmed around his fingers and he reveled in the thought that his seed was being driven deeper inside of her.