“Mine,” he agreed, and yes, his dragon was very close to the surface indeed.
“Tell me what you want,” she murmured. “Let me give it to you.”
His answer was as quick as if he had had it in his pocket waiting for her to ask.
“I want to take you, here, on my hoard.”
Harper laughed in sudden delight at that, suddenly almost giddy with speaking the truth. Yes, he was her true mate, he was a dragon, and he wanted to have her on a pile of priceless treasure.
“You've been waiting to break that one out, haven't you?”
“Only since I dug up my first cache of Roman gold,” Morgan retorted. “Be glad you know me now. Making love on someone's coin collection is less than impressive.”
Harper giggled at that thought, but she stilled when she realized how intently Morgan was looking at her.
“Can I?” he asked softly.
“Always,” she said, and then he was pulling her into a deep kiss that she could feel to the very core of her.
As a tide of passion rose up in her, right before it obliterated everything but his mouth on hers, Harper wondered how many ways there were to kiss this man for the first time. She already knew that she loved kissing him, but this kiss was all fire, all need, all possession. All of the heat in the center of Morgan's body burned for her, and she didn't care if it set her on fire. All that mattered was how much he wanted her, and how much she wanted him in turn.
“Come here,” he said, pulling her towards the bulk of his treasure. There was a cascade of gold coins towards one end of the cavern. It didn't look particularly comfortable to Harper, but then Morgan yanked what looked like an enormous plush Persian rug over it, and she laughed as he lowered her down to it.
“Is it good?” he asked, and her laugh softened to a smile as she gazed up at him.
“Better than,” Harper promised him, not referring to the gold at all.
She caught a glimpse of a sharp white smile right before he leaned over her again, kissing her with such need that she knew her mouth would feel delightfully bruised when they were done. She never wanted to be done. She wanted his hands on her, his lips on hers, their bodies twisting together on top of Morgan's treasure.
“So beautiful,” Morgan murmured, kissing his way down her throat and to her collarbones. “So beautiful, and all mine.”
She started to shimmy out of her shirt, but then to her surprise, he simply took two great handfuls of the fabric and tore it off her body. The sudden exposure made her heart beat faster in excitement, and then her panties and her skirt received the same treatment. Then she was lying in the ruins of her clothing, wearing nothing but her bra and her shoes, staring up at Morgan while breathing hard.
“Yes?” he asked softly, and something in her softened as she reached up to twine her arms around his neck.
“Yes, only take off your own clothes and at least get me out of the rest. I feel ridiculous.”
“Ridiculously beautiful. Ridiculously gorgeous...” Morgan said, but he leaned down to pull her shoes off before rising to strip with an impressive amount of speed.
He was significantly slower when he came to her bra, however, sliding the straps down her shoulders and nibbling at the skin underneath. She had never thought that her breasts were anything to write home about, but Morgan obviously felt differently about them, pulling down the cups to mouth at her nipples and to draw them to dusky points that left her aching. When he finally unhooked her bra, she was squirming underneath him, whimpering and needy even as his mouth trailed down between her breasts and then over her belly.
He was just placing a soft kiss on her mons when she realized what he meant to do, and her hands came down on his hair in a half-panic. Morgan halted immediately, looking up at her with his attention sharp and directed.
“No?”
“No, I just...Um, how to put this?”
“As if I will do whatever you want me to do?”
Harper laughed, and God, she had never laughed as much with any other partner in bed.
“I like it, I just don't…you know, come very fast from it. So don't, ah…be disappointed?”
“In you? Never. And I don't need you to do anything but enjoy it.”
Harper nodded, lying back as Morgan nuzzled down between her legs, parting her with care. She whimpered at his first long lick. She realized somewhere in the back of her brain that he was tasting her, and that sent a surge of heat down to her very center.
Do I taste good to him? Does he want more?
Then Morgan leaned in, sucking lightly on her between long and deliberate licks, and the answer became an unequivocal yes, and then it became nothing at all because she couldn't think with how good it felt. Harper couldn't worry about how long she was taking or what else was going on because Morgan was making her feel so very much in her skin and in her body, which was with his body, just like his was with hers, and …
When she came, it was fireworks behind her eyes, setting of a string of explosions through her body. She was thrashing and floating and only held to earth by his hands, and oh God, he wasn't stopping. His mouth was firm on her and gentle too, and before she was even done with the first climax, the second followed along right on its heels, exhausting her and filling her with enough energy to light a small town.
Harper thought there was a chance he might go for a third, and before he could, she twisted her fingers in his hair and
