Her Dragon (Book 2 of The Circle Series)

CHAPTER 2: SMOKE AND SPICE

VALENTINA

I don’t have a chance to respond.

His mouth devours mine. With every bite, lick, and suck, he brands my mouth and spreads heat throughout my body. His hand remains on my jaw, while the other grabs a fistful of my ass to grind against him. I shamelessly let him because I’ve never been so consumed by a kiss. It’s downright dirty.

I grip the sleeves of his jacket, not trusting my legs or the wall to hold me as he turns my head to the side to continue his torturous assault down my neck. When he nips his way to the cleavage revealed at the top of my dress, I arch my back to get closer, earning me a delicious growl.

His hand travels up my exposed leg and under the slit of my dress to pull down my thong. I should stop him, I really should, but his rough hands feel too good scorching my skin. His scent is also making me delirious. It’s smoky, and I want to say almost spicy. It somehow reminds me of the woods and nature.

“So wet for me already,” he mumbles against my breasts. I hear him take in a deep breath while expertly playing with my folds. Wasting no time, he easily works two fingers inside me, and my breathing accelerates. With every rough stroke, he hits just the right spot, and I can’t help but let out a tiny moan.

He lifts his head at the sound, and his eyes reveal pure, unadulterated lust. No one has ever looked at me with that much desire before. I feel like I’m on fire, and I’m loving being burned by him.

“Put on your lipstick,” he commands. I don’t move, unsure if I heard him correctly. “Your lipstick. Put it on.” His voice is thick with need as he passes me the tube with one hand and pumps his fingers deep inside of me with the other.

My hand shakes while applying it, but he doesn’t stop stroking me as he watches my lips intensely. His dragon eyes blaze and it’s like staring straight into hypnotizing flames. My walls begin clenching around him and I’m panting hard as though I’ve run a marathon.

When I’m finished, he grips my jaw again and presses his thumb to my bottom lip. His ring digs into my chin while his thumb under my dress presses down on my clit, sending me straight over the edge and into a state of bliss.

The pleasure zips and zings through my body with such force that not one inch of me is left unaffected. I can’t control the shaking of my legs as I ride out my orgasm with my forehead against his shoulder. I’ve never felt this way before. I get off on control even when it comes to my orgasms, so this outcome was pleasantly unexpected.

“Your lips are sinful.” His eyes never leave my mouth while he sucks on the fingers that were inside me. “I want to kiss you.”

“Kiss me then.” I playfully bite the pad of his thumb he still has against my lips, and he groans.

“Not here.” He smears my lipstick. “Here.” He brings his fingers back under my dress and rubs my sensitive skin, slick with my juices.

“Val!” Giada knocks on the door, and I freeze. “Are you in there?” His fingers continue to glide back and forth, somehow coaxing more pleasure out of me. I don’t stop him, and I have no idea why.

The door handle jiggles. Thank the Goddess, Amadeo locked it, but she could always use her powers.

“Is everything okay?” I ask, trying to move away from him and the wall. He doesn’t budge.

I just opened my legs for a stranger, and if Giada hadn’t interrupted us, I’d have let him put his head between them as well, and who knows what else. Witches are very sensual by nature, and I seek satisfaction and pleasure as much as the next woman, but I never behave like this.

“Charlie is looking for you. He was worried.”

Amadeo growls at the mention of his name, and I put my finger up to silence him. He leans forward, and it’s his turn to bite, but he isn’t gentle or playful about it at all.

“I’m fine.” I glare at him. Unbothered, he grabs the finger he bit and gives it a quick kiss.

“Was it the dreamy dragon then? Did he get you worked up? He’s so delicious, Val!” She squeals.

His huge smile shows off his pearly-white, perfectly straight teeth, and I curse silently. I don’t want him thinking I find him dreamy or delicious.

“My stomach was bothering me. I wanted to use this washroom because it’s private.”

“Mentirosa,” (liar) he chuckles and then kisses my neck softly. My heart stills. I need him to be rough like before. I don’t think I can handle him being soft and sweet. He suckles gently, swirling his tongue over my pulse, and I have to fight to stifle a moan and not rub myself against him.

“Oh no! You should’ve reached out through the link. Is that why you had your block up?” she asks.

“Yeah.” I clear my throat. “I’m feeling better now though. I’ll be out in a minute.” I push his chest. “Let’s go,” I whisper. I’ve already made the mistake of assuming Amadeo couldn’t hear me with Charlie. I forgot dragons have super hearing. I won’t make that mistake twice.

“Let’s stay.” His voice is velvety and deep right beside my ear. He nibbles the lobe, and my body comes alive again. I almost consider it.

Almost.

“No.”

He sighs heavily. “I don’t like that word.”

“That’s unfortunate.” I push his chest once more. I need to get out of here before he seduces me further. “She will be back with ginger ale or something, and I have no interest in her finding us.” He doesn’t move for a few seconds and then he finally removes his hand from under my dress.

A small whimper escapes my mouth at the loss of his touch and subsequently his warmth, startling the both of us. Embarrassed, I rush to the mirror. My face is flushed, and my lips are swollen. Yet, surprisingly, my makeup isn’t a runny mess. I try smoothing out my hair, and he moves behind me to fix the criss-cross pattern of strings on the back of my dress.

He’s too touchy-feely. Too controlling.

I don’t like that word. Only a man who is used to always having his way says something like that.

We would never work.

I’m not sure why the thought even crosses my mind. I blame Giada and our conversation from earlier.

“Just leave it,” I insist, rolling my shoulder in an attempt to move away from him. Instead, he ignores me and adjusts the straps at the front of my dress, grazing my breasts in the process and pressing himself into my backside.

“I really like this dress,” he whispers seductively in my ear. My entire body shudders, and I can feel him smile against me.

Damn him and his panty-dropping smile! No one gets under my skin, no one. Yet, here is this dragon I just met managing to make me lose my wits.

I take a deep breath and try to block out his presence while I wipe the lipstick smudged around my lips with a tissue. I consider reapplying when I notice him staring at my mouth through the mirror, and I decide against it.

He’s weird. Sexy as hell, but weird. As soon as I find my underwear, I can get out of here and far away from him.

“Looking for this?” Grinning, he dangles my nude thong in the air. I motion for him to hand it over, but he puts it in his pocket. “Meet me in room 416 later tonight, and I’ll consider returning it.”

Not happening. I contemplate using my magic, but eventually, he’ll realize it’s gone, and I don’t reveal my powers unless necessary. Amadeo might be Sebastian’s friend, but I don’t know him or trust him.

I conjure up an entirely new thong under my dress, and he is none the wiser. Feeling a bit smug, I quickly open the door and come face to face with a wide-eyed Giada, who excitedly looks between Amadeo and me.

Shit!

You little liar! I was just about to get you some ginger ale! She shouts telepathically.

My cheeks are ablaze.

“Giada,” Amadeo nods at her and walks towards the ballroom without so much as a backward glance.

Oh my Goddess! He has a boner the size of this room! She laughs. What happened?

Nothing.

That doesn’t look like nothing. And your face is all red! Did I interrupt the two of you? Oh no! I'm such a t**t swat! I’m so sorry! She shrieks. I can’t believe you were getting nasty with a dragon at my wedding. You’re so scandalous! I love it! The words tumble out rapidly through our link.

That’s Giada, though. Get her excited, and she speaks a mile a minute. If she were speaking aloud, her hands would be moving just as fast.

We weren’t getting nasty. Don’t be ridiculous.

Mhmm! I’m not buying it! Did he breathe fire? Can dragons breathe fire in human form?

What? No! I don’t really know. We make our way back to the guests, and I consider getting some food. I’m starving.

So what happened then?

I’m not talking about this with you. She’s never going to let this go.

Oh come on! You’re no fun! Wait until I tell Anessa. She will lose her mind! A dragon! She squeals.

Great! Just great!

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A/N:

Amadeo and Valentina certainly know how to bring on the heat. What did you think of this chapter? Please leave a comment below. They help with promotion and I read and try to comment on each one.

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