Falling Dragons (#3 Moon Shadows) by Angela Castle

her body until she was numb, except where his tongue caressed her. She closed her eyes tight as pleasure crashed over her like a tsunami. Her inner muscles clenched until the tension in her body suddenly exploded and she screamed. Long spurts of wetness gushed, coating Simon’s face.
    She sagged against the soft mattress, breathing hard as her mate loomed back over her. He licked the juices from his face with a lusty, satisfied gleam in his eyes.
    “Something tells me you’ve not done that before.” Weakly she shook her head. “Makes me think about what else you haven’t done yet.” Bringing his face closer to her, she could smell herself on him. The eroticism of her scent on his face flared her need back to life. “I guess we can explore other things later.”
    Yes, oh yes we have the rest of our lives to explore. She barely refrained from blurting out her thought. His hand drifted down her little rounded stomach. His fingers came to rest between her moist pussy lips, dipping inside. She bucked her hips up towards him.
    “Yes, Simon, please, I need you inside me.”
    His grin was one of pure wickedness as he lifted his fingers to his mouth, licking them. She squirmed under him. “I like this, you, so soft under me. I’ll never get enough of your taste. I didn’t know dragon women were so sweet.”
    With that, she felt the head of his cock pressing bluntly against her. She spread her legs wide and he hesitated for a moment before shoving inside her with one long, deep thrust. Her eyes opened, wanting to see the moment of their joining, wanting to see if he felt it as much as she did—their connection. The utter bliss on his face melted her heart. She wrapped her legs around him, bucking her hips trying to make him move. His eyes opened and she met his beautiful, evening sky blue eyes. Opie knew she was falling hard and fast, but there was nothing she could do about it.
    “Sorry, sweetheart, this is going to be fast. I promise slow and gentle next time.”
    “Shut up, Simon, and fuck me. I’m a dragon, I like hard and rough.” Her growl came out more dragonish than human.
    She loved his grin. Her own turned into a moan as he shifted his hips and started thrusting. “Never say...” he panted, “...I didn’t give you...” She threw back her head from the incredulous friction burning deep inside her. “...what you wanted.”
    He fucked her like all hell had broken loose. Every thrust was hard and unforgiving, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips. Gods, she loved this, loved when he lost control. The feeling was incredible; she never wanted it to end. He jarred against something deep inside of her that sent shocks of intense pleasure through her whole body. She groaned, head twisting from side to side, her hips jerking up to meet every brutal thrust. Her second orgasm hit her unexpectedly, punching the air from her lungs. She let out a dragon howl, echoing throughout the bedchamber.
    Just as she floated back down from the heavens, Simon groaned and stuttered to a stop inside her, thrusting once more, twice, before his cock twitched and swelled, releasing inside her. Both breathing heavily, he collapsed forward. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, cradling her body against his.
    “Please tell me you can’t get pregnant? Not that I have ever fathered a child as an immortal,” he mumbled against her neck.
    Pain sliced through her chest. She swallowed before answering, “No, not unless we were mated, or you were a dragon too.”
    He lifted his head, gripped her and rolled them, making her groan as his cock slipped from her sheath, making her feel empty. He cradled her against his chest, stroking his hand down her damp, sweaty skin. “Good thing we’re not mated then.”
    Her dragon roared in protest, demanding she mate with him, making Opie wince. She hid it by burying her face against his chest before answering with a sleepy, “Yeah, a good thing.”
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    The sharp sting of a slap to