Loving the Dragon (Vintage Collection)

She swept her fingers over his broad shoulders, his muscled chest, down his ripped abs, until she gripped his hard cock.

“Damn, Kris.”

Kristen grinned, lowered her head, and took him between her lips. Like velvet over steel. He tasted of salt and man, of trust and eternity. Of love.

Her hips undulated in time with her oral thrusts as she pleasured her mate. She took him deep and relished his groans. When strong hands grasped her shoulders and forced her upward, she sank onto his cock and rode her dragon into the sunrise.

The End