Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
I slide my hand lower, exploring the taut cobblestones of his abs.
“I can think of a few reasons.” I hold his gaze as I slip my hand into his pants. I’m earning my way out of this cage, but it’s no hardship–heh–no pun intended. I’m more turned on by Gabriel right now than I ever have been by a man. Something about knowing he’s the incredible dragon, knowing he believes I’m his mate, that he belongs to me and I belong to him, makes my body sizzle with sexual excitement.
His joggers are loose and just as expensive-feeling as they look. He pulled them on commando. Lucky me.
Crisp hairs prickle in my palms. His shaft is long and hot, throbbing in my hand. His girth stretches my fingers. My eyes widen.
Gabriel’s gaze is wild on mine.
I sense my power here.
Then his expression shutters to hide what he didn’t mean to reveal. “On your knees,” he orders.
I sink down. Electricity courses through my body, bright and amber-colored. I tug down the joggers. His hands grip the bars over my head. His shaft juts through the cage bars, level with my mouth.
Oh yes. I am going to enjoy this. I lick my lips. If this won't convince him to let me out of the cage, nothing will.
I reach for his cock, and he tsks.
“No. Mouth only.”
Gabriel has serious control issues. I let him have his way since he so clearly has the upper hand. I set my hands and forehead on the bars and dart my tongue forward to lick the tip of him, tasting salty pre-cum. I glide around the vein head, teasing. A deep breath, and I swallow him down. Hot and throbbing in my mouth. Slick with spit. I work my way back and then up again letting his length press the back of my throat until I’m choking. He tests my gag reflex, but that’s okay. It’ll create more spit. I choke on him until I need to breathe.
I draw back and smile and lick my lips. His hands have whitened where they're holding the bars.
Lowering my head again, I bob on his cock, working into a rhythm. Then I take him deep and hum.
He shouts something in a foreign language. I don't know what, but it sounds like a curse. I grin to myself and take him as deep as I can, pressing my head against the bars. His cock is thick and hard in my mouth. No sign of impending orgasm.
He can’t touch me, but he didn’t say anything about me touching myself.
Still working his dick, I pull up the top I’m wearing to expose my breasts. I hum as I play with my nipples, rolling them in my fingers until they’re needy points. Then I brace one hand on the bars and slip the other into my pants. My fingers touch my wet heat, and I moan.
Gabriel lets out another harsh curse. “No,” he orders and fists a hand in my hair. Alrighty then. With both hands on the bars, I pull myself on and off his dick. His hips are jerking now, and he uses my hair as a leash to guide me the way he wants. I take him deep and hum some more.
His shaft throbs, and then his hips jerk, rooting him deep in my mouth. He comes, his head thrown back, his dark hair wild, his jaw and entire body clenched. His essence spurts into my mouth, filling it so quickly, I almost choke. I keep humming and drink him down, licking and swallowing as fast as I can.
He pulls out of my mouth and turns away. I touch my puffy lips, missing the feel of him already.
He still has his back to me, his bronzed muscles rippling. He stepped away to get back his control. That's okay. I made him lose it once. I can do it again.
The cage bars lower, spiraling back down into the platform. It's going to take some effort to get to my feet. Stiffness is setting in my body as it remembers how frozen and cold it was.
Gabriel’s scent hits me, and he swoops me into his arms. I suppress my smirk at my victory and snuggle into his bare chest.
“Did I do good?” I sound sweet and submissive, but inside I’m cackling. I won!
“Yes,” his reply is short and clipped, but my spine tingles at the sensation of his lips brushing my hair.
He carries me to an elevator in the corner by the stairs. When the lift begins and he makes no move to set me down, I rest my head on his bare shoulder, feeling dreamy and drowsy.
I blink, and we're back in that high tower bedroom of his, the one from last night. The sun has set, and it’s lit by the fire dancing in the stone dragon’s mouth and the warm glow of recessed lights.