Ever Mine (Dragon Lore) by Eden Ashe Page B

distance between them so she didn’t have to crane her neck. “How do you breathe in a metal box?” she asked, her eyes searching his.
    “You don’t have to,” he murmured, the air between them pulsing with raw need. “Do this instead.”
    His mouth closed over hers. She barely had time to grip his shoulders to steady herself before he banded an arm around her bottom, lifting her to his hips, until he was the one having to tilt his head back. A ding sounded, but she ignored it. She wound her arms around his neck, because all she could do was hold on. His mouth took hers with such complete possession, she wasn’t sure there would be anything of Katenia left when he was done.
    But her Nathan didn’t just take. What he gave to her was so much more than what he demanded of her. It was as if he was pouring his soul into her own. He wrapped her legs around his waist, then returned his grip to her bottom like it was his lifeline, while his mouth devoured hers and the world spun and tilted around them. The sensation of falling filled her belly, as if all of her was tripping over her need for him.
    The groan that sounded in his throat was the most erotic thing she’d ever heard, and desperate to hear it again, she yanked open his shirt and shoved her hands inside to explore his chest. Her soft moan of pure female appreciation blended with his dark growl of need, and the next thing she knew, she was against the wall, his hands under her shirt.
    “Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine. ” She chanted it under her breath while he gripped her head and pulled it back, his tongue and lips tasting her throat, devouring her skin.
    His gaze was hot, smoldering on hers as he nudged her head to the side with one hand. He scraped his teeth over her throat, her collar bone, then dragged his tongue over the swell of the breast he palmed and lifted to his mouth. Her head dropped on a ragged gasp. She never would have believed in a million years that her breasts were this sensitive. Or that someone would enjoy them this much.
    Nothing about her fit their strict standards of beauty. Female fairies were slight creatures—gently rounded hips, small breasts. It was another reason Katenia had never been fully accepted by her people, even though her bloodline was purer than most. Her breasts were too big, her hips too wide. Instead of small and delicate, she was round and curvy.
    It was as if Nathan worshipped the one part of her body that made her the most insecure. She could love him for that alone. For making her feel accepted and wanted, for the first time in her life.
    He flicked his tongue over her nipple, and rational thought vanished. She wasn’t sure when he’d gotten her out of her shirt, or even laid her down on a bed, but as he kneeled over her, his gorgeous chest bare, she couldn’t seem to care.
    “Where are we?” she managed to ask, her voice trembling with the shivers racing over her skin. “How did we get here?”
    “My apartment.” The most beautiful, crooked, cocky smile tugged at one corner of his mouth. “And it was magic.” He winked at her and leaned down, trailing his lips down her belly, then up to the valley between her breasts. His hands molded around her hips as his mouth moved lower again, gently nipping at the sensitive skin along her hipbones and around her navel. “Sweet Jesus, woman, you’re perfect. So fucking beautiful.”
    Her heart soared, no longer caring why this was a bad idea. She slid her hands around his biceps, and lifted her hips to help him pull off her pants. When she was naked underneath him, he sat up again, and stared down at her in wonder. The storm of fury raging inside of him had been replaced with a blue fire that was all lust.
    He gripped her feet gently, then slid his large hands slowly up her body, molding and testing every inch, as if memorizing her. His fingers shook, his face awestruck as he touched her. Dazzled by his passion, her heart ached and her body trembled. He took his time