A growl echoes in his throat. “Good.”
Three strides and then he’s upon me.
The kiss takes me by surprise.
One moment I’m sitting there in bed, daring a dragon to kiss me, and the next second his mouth is upon mine, his hand sliding through my hair to cup my nape. The warmth of his touch explodes through me. It’s like there’s some kind of furnace burning within that enormous chest and the lash of his tongue goes right through me.
Hunger.
Fierce need.
I’m drowning in it. In his kiss. In his touch.
“Mira.” His hands tremble as he goes to his knees on the mattress and captures my face in both hands. “Mira.”
We stare at each other for a single, shocked second, both too breathless to speak. And then his mouth claims mine.
Tumbling onto my back I drag him down, gasping as the heat of his body slams over me. Every inch of him grinds between my thighs, and my legs part like wantons, capturing his narrow hips between them.
All of that delicious weight, driving me into the mattress…. The firm claim of his mouth…. Whatever restraint he’d been using to shackle himself into a semblance of control, it’s gone now, breaking apart with a single spoken command.
Kiss me.
Kiss me forever. Make me forget. Make me feel. Make me dream.
I moan into his mouth, fingers twining in the thick luxuriousness of his hair. A hand slides down my side in response, fingers digging into the soft flesh of my ass. Hauling my thigh up higher, he thrusts against me, licking into my mouth.
“Mine,” he growls, and then he’s biting at my lower lip, his golden eyes flashing.
I get a hand under his shirt, searching urgently for bare skin. Lust ignites within me. Last night was nothing as compared to this. That was all chemical, all haze, all mindless desperation to rut.
This is fire in my veins. A hollow ache between my thighs, slick and restless. The urgent need to have his mouth on mine, until we’re eating at each other, desperate to merge.
Keir must sense my need.
He rears up on his knees, reaching over his shoulder to haul his shirt over his head. A scowl emerges, but I’m too astonished by the cut of his body to truly notice it. I throw my arms around him and kiss him. The assault is too much for his balance. He goes down on his back, and then I’m splayed over 280 pounds—give or take—of furious muscle.
“Oh, gods,” I breathe, licking my way up his throat. “Tell me again why I was resisting this for so long?”
“Some apparent need to torture me,” he breathes, his teeth flashing and a wild look in his eyes. “I think you exist to torture me.”
“Don’t tempt me,” I purr, kissing along the line of his jaw and finding his ear. I rock against the steel fist behind his trousers. “Because I might take that as a challenge.”
An enormous hand splays over my ass, grinding me against him. Sensation shoots through me, stealing a gasp from my lips. “Careful, my love. Or maybe I’ll throw down my own challenge.”
“Mmm.” I kiss the words against his lips. “And what… might that… look like?”
Suddenly there’s a hand in my hair, and he rolls me onto my back. “Something like this.” His teeth sink into my breast, his hands slipping under my silken nightgown. “First to cry mercy.”
“Mercy?” I throw my head back and give a smoky laugh. “Have you met me?”
There’s a growl in answer, and then a heated laugh against my skin. “Oh, Zemira. You’re so brash right now. But you just took the leash off the dragon. Think you can tame him?”
He kisses his way down the center of my chest, hands parting the silk of my robe.
“I know I can,” I whisper, looking down the length of his spine and shivering.
Muscle ripples in his back. Keir looks up, amber eyes locking upon me as his hot mouth closes over my nipple. The lash of his tongue burns, the hot suction of his mouth lined up directly with something between my thighs. I arch into him recklessly. More. I want more. I want teeth and pain and pleasure and sin. I want him to ruin me.
The ache within is too intense to contain. Gripping fistfuls of his hair, I ride his thigh, desperately trying to demand more. Teeth rake over my nipple and then he simply fists the thin fabric of my chemise and tears it apart with a wet-seeming sound.
The second my other breast is free, his mouth closes over it.
“Keir,” I gasp, but he’s not finished yet.
He tears apart the entire chemise in slow jerks until it lies in two halves. I’m losing control of my glamor. The faintest of lights starts to glow beneath my skin.
“Pure starshine,” he whispers, kissing his way down my abdomen. Our eyes meet again. “No mercy. Just remember that, Mira.”
Slipping his thumbs under the edge of my drawers, he lures them down, seeking out the throbbing mess between my thighs. Lifting my hips, he draws my undergarments down my legs, and then he’s tossing them aside and returning with a vengeance. Splaying me wide, he dives between my legs like a man determined to devour an entire banquet.
No mercy.
Not even a single word of warning.
He goes after me as if he’s spent weeks, months, years dreaming of this moment and he’s not about to waste a single moment more.
The hot lathe of his tongue swipes up my entire slit, even as he pins my thighs down. Fuck. My eyes go wide as pleasure shocks through me. The gravelly rasp of his stubble on my inner thighs provides the bite of pain, but it’s the way his tongue delves inside me in some defiant parody of the way he kissed me that sets me alight.
Keir groans, and then he’s kissing his way into my wet, swollen flesh. Thrusting his tongue inside me, then dragging it
