Chapter 32
Chapter Thirty-Two
Diana
Dragon returns a few hours later, and I gasp when another dog rushes into the room.
He and Teddy size each other up, sniff each other, but thankfully seem to like each other.
“Don’t tell me you found another abandoned dog?” I say.
“No. I found an abandoned girl. My niece.”
I clamp my hand on my mouth. “So it’s true.”
“True enough.”
“Where is she?”
“God, Diana… I couldn’t bring her here. I had to call the police and social services.” His eyes are troubled, and his body trembles.
That must’ve been so hard for him. After what he went through in the system.
“She’ll be okay,” I tell him.
“I hope so. I’ll do whatever I have to do to get her out of there. I need to find Griffin. And if—” He gulps. “If we can’t find her, I’ll do everything I can to get Bridget. Take custody myself.”
I widen my eyes. “Are you ready to be a father?”
“I never thought I’d have children, Diana. But this little girl is my link to Griffin. She’s my flesh and blood. God, she looks just like her, too. Blond hair, blue eyes, the same facial features. Her cheeks are chubby, but she’s thirteen. I wanted to bring her here, get you, and just run.”
“I’m sure.” I run my hand up and down his arm. “But you did the right thing, Dragon. What you’re suggesting would’ve been against the law.”
“I know. I can’t help her from a prison cell.”
“Exactly.”
“I haven’t heard from Alayna yet. They should be in Albuquerque by now. I hope they can find Griffin. Before…”
“They will.”
“When I was talking to Bridget, explaining to her why I had to call the police, I told her I would find Griffin. I promised her, Diana.” He places a hand over his heart. “And in that moment, I had a feeling so strong and powerful that Griffin is alive. But what if she’s not?”
“Then we’ll deal with everything then. I’ll do whatever I can to help you get Bridget.”
He grabs my hand. “I don’t deserve you, Diana.”
I smile. “That’s a matter of opinion. I happen to think you do deserve me. I happen to think I deserve you , too. Whether either of us is wrong or right doesn’t really matter.” I squeeze his hand. “You already have me, Dragon. I love you. And I know I’ll love Bridget and Griffin too.”
He grabs me then, crushes his mouth to mine.
We kiss—a deep emotional kiss—for several minutes.
Until he breaks it, his eyes on fire. “How’s your foot?”
“It’s better. Still smarts a little to walk on it.”
“I took you in angry passion earlier. Right now I’d like to make love to you the way you deserve.” He looks away. “I’m just not sure I can.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve never made love to a woman that way,” he says. “It’s always been fast and furious and angry. It’s always been nothing more than a release for me. With you, it’s so much more. I want to give you what you deserve.”
“I don’t recall complaining about your sexual prowess, Dragon. I like what you do to me. I like fast and furious and angry. And now that I know that you love me, I’ll love it even more.”
“Fuck…” he groans.
A moment later, we’re back on the bed, ripping at each other’s clothes.
Until the dogs start barking.
“I guess one of us should take them out,” Dragon says. “Who knows when Eddie was last fed?”
“Eddie?”
“That’s what Bridget called him.”
“So Teddy and Eddie?” I laugh.
“I guess so. I guess they’re ours now.”
“If we’re going after Griffin, though…” I say.
“I know. We’re going to have to take them to a kennel. We’ll come back for them. Teddy has kind of grown on me, and Eddie belongs to Bridget, so…”
Dragon still has jeans and boots on, and he throws a hoodie over his head and takes both dogs down. Apparently Eddie had a leash, which Dragon brought with him.
When they return, he feeds them, and then he stares at me.
I’m lying naked on the bed.
“Did you start without me?” he says.
I narrow my eyes. “No, but I’m more than ready.”
I cup my breasts, scraping my fingers over my hard nipples. I suck in a breath as arousal pulses through me.
He takes a few steps toward me, his eyes full of both hunger and love. “So fucking beautiful, Diana. You’re more beautiful than the Rocky Mountains themselves.”
“So are you.” I sit up. “I love your long hair, your gorgeous eyes. Your perfect body, muscular legs, broad shoulders, washboard abs. That Dragon tattoo and those pierced nipples… You’re so not who I thought I might end up with. But I can’t imagine being with anyone else.”
“My God,” he breathes out. “I never knew I could feel this way. Never knew I could love like this.”
“Take off your clothes,” I say on a growl. “Take off your clothes and make love to me, Dragon. And by make love I mean fuck me fast and furious. Fuck me however you want to fuck me. You want to spank my ass? Do it. Do whatever you need to do. Because if you want something, I want it too.”
“Remember when I told you that you didn’t know what you were asking for?”
“I remember. And you were right. I didn’t know what I was asking for. But I loved it, Dragon. I loved every minute of it. I never believed you were sin. I never believed you would take me to hell.”
“And I never thought I would find salvation,” he says. “But that’s what you are, Diana. You’re my salvation.”
He pulls the hoodie over his head, revealing his gorgeous chest illustrated with his namesake. He removes his shoes and socks quickly, and then his jeans and boxer briefs, showing me his hard cock.
“I’m no one’s salvation, Dragon.”
He shakes his head. “You’re mine. I don’t know if I would’ve had the strength to go after Griffin without you.”
“I don’t believe that for a moment,” I say, “and neither do you.”
“I guess we’ll never know.”
He reaches into his pocket, pulls out a condom, covers his gorgeous cock quickly, and a moment later he’s inside me.
He starts out fast and furious, which I’m used to from him.
Thrust, thrust, thrust.
Nearly as quickly, he’s releasing, his cock pulsating into me as he grunts in time with his motions, his eyes squeezed shut.
A moment later, he rolls off me, quickly disposes of the condom, and then he returns.
“Now I’m going to give you what you deserve…”
He begins with my lips, kissing me with passion and zeal, and then he trails his lips over to my earlobe, giving it first a nibble and then a harsh pull.
I gasp at the pleasure-pain as it courses through me.
“Yes, Dragon. Please.”
He moves down to my nipples, cupping my breasts, squeezing them tightly, and then flicking his tongue over one nipple.
Each touch sends a jolt of excitement coursing through my veins, spreading a warmth that fills my entire body. He continues, his hands alternating between gentleness and firmness. With his tongue, he traces a path along the curve of my breasts, leaving a trail of tingling sensations. I arch against him, my breath hitching.
He shifts his attention to my other breast, skillfully teasing the already hard nipple. I gasp at the electrifying pleasure, clutching his shoulders for support. My heart flutters wildly, matching rhythm with his exploration.
He trails his hands down my sides, tracing the curve of my waist before settling on my hips. He holds me firmly but tenderly, as if I’m both precious and desired. He trails kisses down to the soft hollow of my belly and swirls his tongue around my navel, sending tremors along my flesh that make me gasp and twitch. He grips me tighter as he continues his exploration.
Moving lower still, he kisses along my inner thighs. Each kiss is a spark, every lick a bolt of lightning that sets my skin aflame with even more need for him. I thread my fingers through his long hair to urge him on.
God, finally…
He kisses me between my legs, sliding his tongue across my slit and then licking around my clit.
He soothes me with tender strokes. Each touch feels like heaven and hell combined, an intoxicating mix of pleasure and anticipation.
I lose myself in the heady sensations. I rock against his touch, each movement coaxing forth another wave of pleasure that threatens to overwhelm me. Every nerve ending is ablaze with desire, and I writhe against his touch, barely able to contain the ecstasy coursing through my veins.
He continues his exploration, each stroke and caress an affirmation of our desires and needs.
“Oh!”
I gasp as he shifts his movement. He glides two fingers inside me and curls them against my walls, stroking that sweet spot that sends pulses of pleasure radiating throughout my body. His lips find mine again, muffling my gasps and moans as he quickens his pace.
The world around us fades away. Time becomes irrelevant. Nothing exists except this moment, the frenzy taking control over us, our bodies entwined in passion.
He continues his torment with his fingers inside my pussy. Our kiss deepens as we nip and bite at each other’s lips. He moves his free hand up my body and grabs my breast. His touch is both insistent and worshipful, a stark reminder of the man he is—both dominant and caring—whether he believes it or not.
I writhe against him, burying myself in him, until a coil of pleasure unwinds inside me. My heart beats faster, and my breath hitches as I ride the cresting wave of ecstasy. I grip his hair tighter and pull him closer as he guides me through the throes of pleasure with unintelligible words whispered against my lips.
Then, just when I think it can’t get any better or more intense, he throws his head back and lets out a low groan that reverberates through the room and echoes deep within me, stirring something primal that resonates with the sound. He continues to finger me, nearly burying his whole hand inside me, and I slide further toward the precipice.
His groan gives way to a quiet command, a whisper that brushes against my ear and sends another shudder through me.
“Let go,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough with desire. “Come for me, Diana. Come all over my hand.”
The coil snaps.
Waves of pleasure cascade down my body.
I surrender as the world crashes in a burst of pure bliss that makes my senses reel. Dragon’s breath is hot against my neck as he collapses against me, his body heavy and slick with sweat.
We lie there for what feels like an eternity, our breaths mingling as we soak in the afterglow. He traces circles on my hip, the sensation lulling me into a peaceful stupor. He presses a gentle kiss against my forehead.
I sigh into it—such a beautiful promise of affection.
He moves his hand from my hip up my side, barely touching, just grazing my skin with the tips of his fingers. It’s torturous and wonderful all at once, sending trembles down my spine. I arch into him, moving my body against his.
We fit so well together, like yin and yang, as if we were created for each other.
He glides his hand to my cheek, cups it, and turns me toward him.
His hazel eyes meet mine as he captures my lips again in a languid kiss—slow and sensual, exploring but not demanding.
He’s never kissed me quite like this before. It’s a stark contrast to the heated lust or angry passion I’m used to. It calms me. Heals me, in a way.
I feel like I’m falling into his body. Into him.
We lie together as the world around us fades away.