27. Reylor

Chapter 27

Reylor

I worried I’d overwhelmed her, but the tension on her face fled at my words, replaced with a soft smile. “I’ll be happy to help you with something like that.”

“Dragons always hoard their . . . well, their hoard, but I don’t want it sitting in chests collecting dust. I want it to do something good for the world.”

“That’s admirable.” She stepped close. “You’re still naked.”

“So I am.” My voice came out husky with need. Showing all this to her and talking about how I’d like to use it to do good made me feel vulnerable. But if I couldn’t expose myself to her, the only woman I’d ever love, who could I share it with?

She pressed herself against my frame, and my heart flipped over. “What should we do about your nakedness?”

“Please don’t tell me to get dressed.”

“I don’t believe I could even if I wanted to.” She looked up at me with a hint of her own vulnerability, and I remembered how her last boyfriend hurt her.

“I won’t give you a reason to regret this,” I said.

“I know you won’t. I trust you.”

And that was all I needed.

She slowly unzipped the front of her jumpsuit and parted the fabric, revealing a matching bra with a tiny flower in the center. I’d bet anything her panties were the same color, and I couldn’t wait to see them hugging her generous curves.

She undid the front clasp of her bra, and her breasts spilled out, full and round and large enough I could cup each of them in my palms.

I stroked my thumbs across her nipples, and she tipped her head back, her hair spilling across her shoulders. Such a little thing, stroking her nipples, but the way she moaned was anything but simple.

“I love that,” she whispered.

I kissed below her ear. “Tell me everything you like. I want tonight to be amazing.”

“It will be. I know it.”

It humbled me that she could say and believe this, and I’d try even harder to make sure my statement came true.

I continued to stroke her breasts as I kissed toward her chin, then claimed her mouth with my own. Our tongues slid together in a languid way that made heat roar through me. My cock was on fire, standing stiff and proud, and I’d give almost anything to sink it deep inside her.

Warmth flooded me, coasting across my soul in gentle waves. I needed this woman so much and in many ways. Her touch, her smile, and in the gentle way she made me feel as if I was enough. No one was ever going to replace her, and I planned to spend the rest of my days showing her that I’d never betray the trust she placed in my hands. With time, she’d believe.

I left her mouth and kissed down her neck, tugging each side of her jumpsuit across her shoulders with my teeth, doing the same with her bra that she allowed to glide off her arms and fall to the floor.

Her soft laugh turned into a moan of need when I kissed along her collarbone and dove down between her breasts. I gave each nipple equal attention, bringing them to ripe pearls. Watching pleasure spill across her face nearly made me come undone. I wanted to lay her on the bed and kiss every bit of her skin. Lick her like my dragon side would. And taste everything she had to offer. It was mine, and I was going to claim it soon.

Her jumpsuit slumped down around her waist, and as I continued to suck on one nipple after the other, she wiggled her hips, making the silky fabric glide down across her thighs and pool around her ankles. A few kicks and it was gone, leaving her before me wearing only her panties and heels.

Fuck, fuck. She was incredible. Gorgeous and sweet and all mine. My poor cock slammed against my abs, roaring with need.

She slid her fingers along my cock, then held me, stroking upward before plunging her tight fist back down.

It was all I could do to hold on, to keep from exploding.

Eager to taste her again, I swept her up and carried her to my bed, laying her on top of the blankets. She gazed up at me with complete trust, and I was humbled all over again. She wanted to be with me. She wanted me , and I’d never do anything to ruin this.

I climbed over her, caging her with my palms on either side of her shoulders, and kissed her, drinking from her mouth as if I was a starving, long-lost soul and only this woman could save me. This was everything I needed, this sensual kiss that rocked me straight through my core.

I slid my fingers into her hair, cupping her head and tilting it so I could claim more from this woman who gave so much of herself that it humbled me. My growl rumbled in my chest, and my heartbeat raged, expanding to press against my ribcage. This was wild and sensual and urgent, and I knew I’d find this feeling only with this woman.

My life.

My love.

My mate.

With each touch and each look, she made me feel more, and in doing so, she made me a better person than I’d ever be without her.

I kissed across her chest and brought her nipples to hard buds again while she bowed her spine, tipped her head back, and tugged on my hair. Her feverish hands smoothed across my shoulders, and she gripped them tight with need.

Leaving her breasts in my hands, I licked down her belly, growling when I reached the top of her panties. I snapped at them with my teeth, and with a low laugh, she shimmied on the bed to remove them. Lying back, she gazed up at me with adoration, and all I could do was grin.

Until I spread her thighs and lowered my head between them. I ran my tongue through her folds and groaned at how sweet she tasted. Finding her clit, I sucked it into my mouth.

She moaned and her legs snapped up to drape across my shoulders, those glorious, fuck-me heels landing solidly on my back.

“Show me what you want, sweetheart,” I drawled.

“You know,” she said. “You’ve learned already.”

“Then tell me. Shout out your joy because I’m going to claim it.”