Mated to the Earth Dragon (Elemental Mates 2)

As she stroked him, he ran his fingers through her hair, gently brushing it out of her eyes. Then his hand trailed down her back, pulling her against him as his tongue delved deep into her mouth once more.

This time, she could taste herself in his mouth, and it made her moan even as he throbbed against her fingers.

Gently, she brushed the pad of her thumb against the tip of his shaft. A drop of wetness had already appeared, and she smoothed it all over the crown as he groaned into the kiss.

His cock was hot and smooth, silky and hard at the same time. Even though the thought of all of it inside her was still a little daunting, she loved the way he felt in her hand.

Everything about him was so intense. Even now, she could feel little zings of pleasure bursting inside her every time she tightened her fingers around him.

In her past, sex had been a pleasurable thing to do in the evening, after dinner and a movie. Ten or fifteen minutes of intimacy, and then her boyfriend had rolled to the side and she’d fallen asleep cuddled against him—happy, or so she’d thought.

But with Damon, sex was so much more. Every gasp and every groan she drew from him made something inside her sing. Every time he looked at her, she felt as if she could see to the bottom of his soul.

Dragon or no—sex with Damon wasn’t just simple, comforting intimacy. It overwhelmed her, it set every single nerve in her body aflame. When she looked at Damon, she felt as if she knew him—and he knew her.

Not the small, simple things, which they’d find out about each other in time: favorite movies, favorite food, or whether he liked to sleep in on Sundays.

But he already knew the important things about her, which no other man had ever bothered to find out about. For some reason, it felt as if touching him meant baring her soul to him. With his gorgeous, metallic eyes, she felt as if he could see the deepest bottom of her heart, all her secret, hidden desires.

And in turn, she could see him, too: the deep sense of loyalty and duty that ran through him like a vein of metal through a mountain. The hidden well of humor, his love of nature—and there, buried deep in his heart where even his friends couldn’t see, a small, black spot of loneliness. The desire for a family, and a wealth of love that had been hidden away for far too long.

And there was fear.

Fear for me, she thought in amazement. And love for me. A love as strong and deep as the earth, bright like metal and sharp like steel...

He gasped her name against her lips when he came, the wetness of his release dripping hot over her hand as his strong body arched against hers.

Again she imagined him on top of her, inside her, and muffled her own, breathless moan against his lips.

Yes, she thought silently, longing to be his completely. Yes...

Another shiver went through him, as if for some reason he’d heard her thought.

But instead, he straightened carefully, his lips quirking.

“Now we really need that shower,” he said. “And food.”

“An excellent plan.” She couldn’t tear her eyes from him as he got up, watching breathlessly as he stripped right in front of her.

He really was as fit as he’d seemed, his body rippling with muscle. His shoulders were broad, his abs making her mouth water as they kept flexing with every breath he took. And despite the danger they’d barely survived, all she could dizzily think was that they’d have all day in this cabin before his friends could possibly find their way here.

Unless...

“Are your friends dragons, too?” she asked when they’d made it into the shower.

The bathroom was as impressive as everything else about this luxurious shack.

It looked as if some eccentric billionaire had decided that he wanted to build a humble hut fitting perfectly into the sparse, Icelandic landscape. From a distance, it probably didn’t look any different to most sheep sheds in this country.

But on the inside...

The bathroom held a huge, walk-in shower. Instead of a shower head, hot water came pouring down at them right from the ceiling, and more hot water was sprayed at them from holes in the wall to her left and right.

At first, she’d gasped in surprise. Back at home, she was lucky if she could get warm water, given that she got up for work at the same time as everyone else in her shitty apartment building with its ancient pipes.

On the other hand, she could afford her rent.

This place... She wouldn’t even be able to afford it as a holiday home for a weekend.