Chapter 23

Chapter Twenty-Three

Diana

I can’t even think right now.

The sweet pink haze of my orgasm surrounds me, and I feel like I’m imploding inside a cloud.

Dragon’s eyes are closed, but as I look at his face, I see something.

Is it a bit of light in his usual darkness?

A bit of peace in his usual chaos?

If I could do that for him, this was time well spent.

But it wasn’t altruistic on my part.

My God, I wanted this. I wanted it more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. More than the dream job I start tomorrow, which until last night was the only thing I truly cared about.

And that is a scary thing indeed.

He doesn’t make any move to pull out, so I keep my legs wrapped around him, slide my hands up his back, massage small circles into his shoulders.

For a moment—a blissful moment—I imagine that we’re together. That he wasn’t arrested for solicitation last night. That we’re something more than roommates.

We’re different as night and day, so that will never happen.

There’s certainly no future for Dragon and me.

Besides, I got what I was after.

I let myself dive into his darkness, and now that it’s over, I find I’m not gasping for air.

Instead…I’m craving more.

We stay joined for several more minutes, until finally Dragon opens his eyes and pulls out. He moves to the side of the bed and disposes of his condom, and then he slides back next to me.

“Did you get what you need?” I ask.

“For now,” he says.

He rolls over onto his side, his back to me.

I can’t help but stare. His shoulders and back are rippled, so sexy, and his firm ass is as gorgeous as I knew it would be.

And his thighs?—

I lift my eyebrows in surprise. Dragon has another tattoo on the back of his thigh. He said he didn’t have any other work, but he lied. It’s some kind of creature with the body of a lion and the head and wings of an eagle.

I absently trace the lines of the image with my fingers, and he jerks away from my touch.

A moment later, he’s facing me.

“What happened?” I ask. “You don’t want me touching you?”

He frowns. “Just not there.”

“Why? I just wanted to see your tattoo. You said you didn’t have any others.” I sit up and peer over to the other side of his thigh. “What is it?”

He slaps his hand down over it, blocking my view. “It’s a griffin. And that’s all I’m saying.”

A griffin. Yes. I recognize it now. I swallow. “Okay. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“You didn’t.” He kisses my cheek. “You done coming?”

“I…”

“Because if you’re not, I’m going to spread those gorgeous legs of yours and eat you until you scream.”

There’s no woman alive who doesn’t love receiving oral sex, and I’m no exception.

“I won’t turn that down.”

“Good,” he growls. “I wasn’t planning to ask for permission.”

He crawls between my legs, spreads them, and for a moment just looks at me. “Beautiful,” he growls.

Then his tongue is on me, licking me, his teeth nibbling on my clit, still sensitive from the last orgasm.

God, he was right.

It’s not gentle.

He nibbles on my thighs, tugs on my labia, slides his whole tongue into my pussy.

It’s like he’s been starving on a desert island for weeks and I’m an all-you-can-eat buffet.

He moans and groans for me, and I lift my hips, grinding against his stubble.

It won’t take long for me to come again.

I move my hips, sliding my sensitive tissues against his face, following his movements, letting his stubble graze me, burn me.

He uses his fingers then, sliding them against my thighs, over my ass, squeezing my cheeks.

And then?—

“Oh!”

He breaches the rim of my asshole with a finger—a finger wet with my pussy juices.

He raises his eyebrows at me from between his legs.

This is it.

I can tell him to stop.

But I don’t.

I don’t want to stop.

No man has ever gone there before, and while I can’t say I’m ready for his cock down there—he’s huge, after all—this is something new, and I want to experience it. I want to experience it with Dragon.

The feeling is odd and probe-like at first, but as he continues to suck on my pussy lips, the invasion grows on me.

It’s so forbidden—so taboo—and damn if it’s not arousing as hell.

He sucks on my clit, harder and harder, as I grind against him, relish this new invasion of my body.

In a moment?—

“God!” I thread my fingers through his long hair as I come against his face.

He continues to pump his finger in and out of my ass, adding to the rhythm of my climax.

And I’ll be damned if it’s not the most explosive climax I’ve ever experienced.

It goes on and on and on, and Dragon shows no sign of stopping.

Until finally?—

I let go of his hair, go limp against the bed.

I’m drained.

So drained.

So relaxed.

Enveloped in a cloud of hazy euphoria.

When the orgasm finally subsides, Dragon is next to me, and when I open my eyes, he’s staring straight down at me.

I’m not sure what to say.

I’m not embarrassed, exactly. But…I feel odd. I shouldn’t. We’ve just seen each other at our most vulnerable. We’ve just given each other incredible pleasure.

Finally, I swallow. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

He takes a deep breath in and lets it out on a sigh. “Because there’s nothing more beautiful than a woman who’s just had an amazing fuck.”

I can’t help myself. My lips curve slightly upward. “And I suppose you see a lot of them.”

He shrugs. “I’ve seen my share, but I’ve never seen one so beautiful as you are, Diana.”

My skin prickles through my orgasmic haze.

His words.

Just words.

Just words in his low voice, his dark demeanor.

They soak into me as if I’m lying in a warm bath being infused with aromatic oils.

I can’t deny I wanted this.

But where does it leave us now?

Will he leave? Will he stay? How do I feel about either of those options?

When he finally breaks his gaze away from mine, I instinctively roll over onto my side away from him.

I like his eyes. I like that he’s looking at me. I like that he gets pleasure from doing so.

But I have to stop.

Because if I don’t…I could get hypnotized by Dragon’s eyes.

And I might be lost forever.