Romance: Bought by the Dragon: BBW Dragon Shifter Romance Standalone (Paranormal Romance) (Studly Shifters Book 2) by Ashley Hunter Page B

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    She giggled a little. “Um, well...yes, though I’d be a little worried about you rolling over and squishing me.”
    He let out an incredulous little laugh and looked down at her, and the next lightning flash showed his smile. “I hate it. I hate admitting this. But for once in his heartless life...my father chose well.”
    She put a finger to his lips briefly. “Let’s leave him out of this. It’s your decision to love or not love, or father a child or not. And mine...to be with you or not. That was always the whole point. And the only reason why I was crying that night.” She rubbed his back and felt him shiver. “Because he tried to take that choice away.”
    Another shiver. He nuzzled the top of her head again. “Then you did mean it. You weren’t just trying to make me feel better. You would have chosen...that...if free choice had been given you.”
    “You mean, I would have chosen you.” She tilted her head back, whispering against the underside of his jaw. “I would, Taran...I would have loved every minute of that night. I would only have cried if you never wanted to do it again. He made what was between us awful and it made me want to die. But you don’t. Not at all, in spite of what he tried to make you do.”
    “What do I make you want to do…?” his voice had gone breathless.
    Her whole body was tingling. She found his lips with her fingers, and leaned up to murmur against them, “This….”
    He rumbled low in his chest and finally kissed her--and she realized that that was what it was, finally . She responded a little clumsily, lacking in practice...but did her best to make up for it in enthusiasm.
    His wide, hot mouth caressed hers, and his tongue darted against hers delicately before exploring the rest of her mouth. She moaned, and he answered with a growl. He stole her breath, left her trembling, his mouth hungry and hot and his teeth just a little bit sharp as he nibbled his way along her jaw. “Jenna…” he whispered against her neck. “ Jenna….”
    “Taran,” she gasped in reply. “Please, more….”
    He rolled them over, pinning her down deliciously, his hips pressed into hers through the layers of cloth. Her hands were in his hair, tangled in sleek, long strands like silk, so little like the bony ruff she had clung to during their escape.
    His hands slid all over her, shaking and a little rough, nothing like the meditative, almost clinical way he had tried to touch her during their first encounter. She gasped as he bit her neck lightly, and impatiently plucked the brooch at her throat from its fabric, baring her breasts and belly. “Don’t stop this time….”
    He squeezed one breast gently, and ran his thumb over the nipple, back and forth, while she arched and moaned and rubbed herself against him. His tone had filled with trembling heat, seductive and a little desperate, even as he struggled with a last warning. “It’s forever, Jenna. We barely know each other, and it’s forever… .” But he didn’t stop. Maybe he couldn’t stop.
    “You’re the only man who has ever wanted me as I am,” she whispered. “I love the way you make me feel. I don’t care how this started, we’re here now. And if it’s forever, then let’s try for something real and strong.” Something Andrea and the King and Aunt Margaret and every other spiteful, small-hearted fool would never experience.
    “You are the only woman who has ever wanted me as I am,” he murmured, and kissed her again, his mouth almost brutal against hers.
    She wanted to tell him yes, a thousand times yes, that Andrea had been an idiot for giving him up and twice the idiot for hurting him. But then he tore the gown getting the rest of it off of her, and his hot tongue slid over the curve of her breast, she couldn’t gather enough breath or wits to talk any more.
    He couldn’t take his time like before. He tried; his hands shook as he explored every inch of her, his mouth clung hungrily to her flesh,