Hidden Fate

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“So damn beautiful,” he murmured, and his lips landed back on mine.

My hands slipped under his shirt, tracing the curves of his hard muscles. His stomach quivered with each brush, showing the power I had over him.

His hands moved under my shirt and slid underneath my bra, caressing my n*****s. I moaned, not even trying to hide the effect he had on me. His deep, sexy chuckle had me writhing inside.

Pulling away from my lips, he whispered, “I love how you respond to me.”

“I feel the same way.” I winked and dropped my hand to his crotch, touching his hard outline.

He growled as he kissed his way down my neck, his teeth scraping the skin where my pulse pounded. My dragon roared inside, thrilled by the attention. I unfastened his jeans, tired of the barrier between him and my hands, as he continued to suck on my neck.

His jeans dropped on the floor, and he shifted his weight as he continued to stroke my breast. With his other hand, he pushed his boxers down, giving me the best view of the entire day. The only way it would be better was if he were shirtless, too.

My hand wrapped around him, and I stroked him. He groaned as he dropped to his side and removed his hand, leaving me bereft. Within seconds, he was removing my jeans and panties. Then he lifted up, pointing to my shirt, and grinned. “That’s kind of in the way.”

I bit my bottom lip. “Oh, is it?”

“Very much so,” he responded as his hand slid between my legs. I sucked in a breath, eager for him to continue. But his hand disappeared.

My eyes popped open, and I glared. What the hell?

Shirt and bra off. He narrowed his eyes. If you want me to continue.

The spicy scent of arousal swirled between us. I loved it when he got bossy. He was never over the top with me, just the right amount without being disrespectful. Only if you do the same. I quirked a brow.

He beamed and quickly removed his shirt, then tossed it to the floor. Your turn.

I laughed. His eagerness was so endearing and made me feel desperately wanted. As I rose to remove my shirt and bra, I took in his body. Hard and tanned, it was better than any painting I’d ever seen, which was saying something. Just looking at him had me pulsing with a need that wouldn’t be satisfied until he was inside me.

His eyes reflected the same hunger, and the world tilted. From what I’d heard through my school acquaintances, the undying love you felt for someone and the thirsty need for their body faded with time, but so far, that wasn’t the case with us. In fact, it was the opposite. Every day, every touch, and every time we had s*x had me jonesing for my next hit of Thorn. The thought of having any sort of life that didn’t include him next to me was so devastating, I couldn’t consider it.

Hand sliding back between my legs, Thorn moved his mouth to my breast. His tongue rolled over my n****e as he teased the spot that already had friction building inside me. My hand circled him again, and I stroked in time with what he was doing to my body.

Pleasure washed over me as we opened our bond to each other. There was no doubt he loved me as much as I did him, but love didn’t fully express what we felt for each other. It was otherworldly, something that couldn’t be explained…all-encompassing.

As I neared ecstasy, I pulled away.

He reached for me again, frowning. “Uh…where the hell do you think you’re going?”

But there was one thing I needed to do before we connected. Something I’d been wanting to do our entire time together. “Turn over.”

His irises sparkled as he flopped onto his back, and he held his hands out to his sides, ready to grasp my legs when I straddled him. He grinned wickedly, and I laughed. I couldn’t help it. “Now turn around.”

Face falling, he tilted his head. “Uh…what?” He glanced at the mattress as if that would explain everything.

“Turn around?” I laughed and swirled my finger.

He mashed his lips together. “I’m down for almost anything you want to try.” He moved as if to see if I had something behind my back. “But I’d like to discuss it first, especially if it might involve my exit.”

I smacked his leg, chuckling. “I am all about every inch of your body, except that one place. So don’t worry. Nothing will get near your butthole unless we discuss it first.”

“Just so we’re clear.” He rolled onto his stomach.

Once he was settled, I crawled up the bed next to him and ran a hand over his back to the bottom edge of his mark. He tensed, sensing where my fingers stilled.

I waited for a second. If he told me to stop, I would, but when he didn’t say anything, I traced the outline of the dragon’s body, its wings extended. A shiver coursed through him, and his dragon purred as I traced the image from the top of the wing to the dragon’s head. I connected, It’s gorgeous. With the level of detail, it’s hard to believe it’s not a tattoo.

Believe it or not, it’s like I can feel you touching my dragon. I’m exposed to you. It’s so intimate. His breath caught, and something shifted between us, drawing us closer.

You don’t have to hide from me. I continued to trace it, my dragon inching forward. She was as excited as I was to finally touch his entire body, and more need pooled between my legs. I would rather die than hurt you. The truth of my words had the air whooshing out of me. But it was true. Everything inside me lived to keep him safe and happy.

A deep purr escaped my man as well. I know that, and I can’t take it anymore.

He flipped over, and I almost complained until I saw the expression on his face. His eyes darkened with desire as he grabbed my waist and pulled me onto his lap. He placed a hand on the back of my neck and brought my head down so he could kiss me.

Our mouths melded together, and I shifted my hips while he guided himself inside me. As he filled me, my body rocked ever so slowly against his. The movement was sensual and all-consuming.

I pulled my mouth from his, wanting him deeper so I could ride him. He groaned as his hands cupped my breasts, his fingers caressing my n*****s. He rocked underneath me, and our bodies moved in sync.

Pleasure soared through me as we quickened our pace. Our emotions intermingled, both of us feeling the other person completely.