Dralle's Bride (Crystal Glass Dragons 4)

I felt like I’d been craving his presence.

“I had these tactical meetings today, and it was so hard to focus without you around.”

His tongue darted out against my palm as he kissed it, and it sent excited shivers up and down my body. “I think you would have been distracted even if I was there.”

Huffing out a hot breath of laughter against my hand, he leaned up and kissed me.

“All I think about is you,” he admitted.

My heart beat faster, and my stomach continued to clench with guilt.

It was a dizzying mix of nerves and desire that made my mind and body feel both excited and repulsed.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Taking you without holding back.” His lips brushed against mine as he spoke. Sweet, warm, his breath reminded me of the coffee and delicious food in Crystal Glass. I wanted more. I kissed him, and he kissed me back. His hand that had been on my thigh curved and wandered down to my ass.

“I think about what it would be like to claim you on the meeting room’s table or to kiss and feel you sprawled out in the forest where it’s just you and me and endless soft grass,” he murmured. My mind was spinning at the possibilities.

“Yeah?” I was brainless at this moment, unable to consider anything besides his hand pushing up the damp towel I had wrapped around me.

“I think about what you must taste like now, fresh from the shower,” he murmured.

Thinking about what we did in the shop and his hot tongue and mouth on my body, I let out a soft gasp. He kissed me lazily, rolling his tongue against mine and plying my lips open further until I was forgetting to breathe.

This was so wrong.

I knew that I shouldn’t be doing this.

I needed to consider my brother and the dreams, but something was sick and twisted in my stomach. The guilt was mixing with desire and left my heart beating at a thousand pounds a minute, confused and excited and scared.

“I want you.”

He chuckled and kissed me again. “Tell me what you want.”

I didn’t expect this.

Face red hot, my body thoroughly covered in goosebumps, I tried to think about an answer. Biting my lip, I thought about Dralle’s incredible body. His abs, his tight chest. I wanted to feel all of it.

Could I really say that?

“It’s a little late to be shy.” His voice wasn’t playful or light anymore but was instead deep and dangerous with arousal.

“I want you to hold me up while we…” I couldn’t finish the sentence, as I was too embarrassed. What did he turn me into? I could hold my own, kick the ass of any guy that questioned me, but with Dralle, I needed everything.

I never let myself ask for what I wanted.

He didn’t give me room to be embarrassed and instead set into motion.

Rough, fast, he lifted me up and pushed me against the closed bathroom door. I let out a gasp of surprise but wrapped my legs around his hips for support. I was still damp from the shower, and something about messing up his pristine suit with a bit of water was so hot on top of this.

“Tell me what else you want.”

I didn’t have an answer yet; I was still so overwhelmed. Dralle kissed me, seeming to understand.

The kiss was sizzling hot, hungry, and rough, teeth clacking and lip biting, and it felt so damn good. My arms were wrapped tightly around Dralle’s neck, and I held him so tight that I couldn’t breathe through the kisses. It didn’t matter. The lightheaded feeling was so good and left us panting into each other’s mouths as he ground against me. Even though he was clothed, I could feel the heat of his cock pressing up against my exposed arousal. It felt so good to be pinned there, to feel him claiming and biting and licking.

His hands were rough and desperate as we rocked against each other, bruisingly tight on my ass and the other was firm on my hip like he couldn’t stop himself. This felt primal and real. My body was almost shaking even though he was the one putting in all of the work.