Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 78142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Is?
Which is why I absolutely cannot soil Diana Steel.
“Are you going to answer me?” Diana says.
“I don’t think you actually asked a question. You simply stated that you won’t let me gag you, and if I refuse to do everything to you without gagging you, it’s off.”
She pouts her lips. “Do you have a counteroffer?”
I look at her as if she has two heads. “This isn’t a negotiation, Diana.”
“Isn’t it? Isn’t everything a negotiation…Dragon?”
She lowers her voice when she says my name.
Fuck…
“I don’t negotiate for sex,” I say, “and neither should you. You should walk away.”
She looks around. “Seems we’re in my room. Maybe it’s you who should walk away…Dragon.”
My cock pulses against my jeans. I’m ready to explode from her words alone. No one has ever affected me like this—and already I know no other woman will.
I have to get a grip.
I turn, walk toward the door, and—
She jerks me around with more strength than I knew she had. “I’m not letting you walk away from this, Dragon. You want me as much as I want you. I see it in those beautiful eyes of yours. I hear it when you tell me what you want to do to me. I’m up for it. I’m up for everything except the gagging. I gave you the reason why. If you can’t deal with that, then fuck you.”
“Fuck you too, Diana.”
We glare at each other for a split second, and then our mouths are fused together, our lips sliding, our tongues tangling. Who kissed who? I’m not sure, and I don’t care.
All that matters is that we’re kissing, devouring each other.
And I don’t ever want it to end.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Diana
His kisses are hypnotic.
I know better.
I know enough to take him at his word. He’s no good for me.
But I know something else too.
I know that I want him. That I crave him. All of him, and especially his darkness.
I want him more than I’ve ever wanted a man.
When I was in college and grad school, I studied hard. I wanted to be the best architect ever. It was important for me to break away from my family’s business, to forge my own path.
I didn’t have a lot of time for sex, and I didn’t have much desire for it either.
I wondered if maybe I was just cursed with a low sex drive.
How wrong I was.
I just hadn’t found the man who made my pulse race, my knees weaken, my insides turn to mush.
God…
I never thought I’d find it in the man kissing me now.
The man who has become as important to me as the air I breathe, the water I drink.
This man—this beautiful broken man. I want to help him. Fix him.
But can I fix what’s broken? Should I even try? Because part of his beauty is in his brokenness.
It’s part of what draws me to him.
In this kiss…
This amazing, magnificent kiss that is taking me to the stars.
My pussy is already pulsing, throbbing, and I know I’m wet. I can feel it against my inner thighs. I desperately want him to open up to me, but if he won’t do that, I can at least have this part of him.
I can walk into the darkness with him, embrace it with him, and take us both to the stars as we do it.
Does he truly want to tie me to the bed? I’ll let him. I’ll let him blindfold me. I’ll let him smack my tits, smack my ass.
I’m ready for it.
I’m ready to give him what he needs.
And when he’s done? I’ll take from him what I need.
Perhaps what we both need.
If possible, the kiss becomes even more raw and urgent. Until finally—
I push against his shoulders, breaking the kiss. Then I gasp in a breath of air.
“Had enough yet?” he growls.
“Not even close. Just need to take a breath.”
He inhales as well, nearly gasping.
“Don’t need to breathe,” he says. “Only need you.” His mouth comes down on me again.
Urgency, rawness, pure ferocity.
Do animals kiss? Probably not, but if they did? It would be like this. Pure primal lust.
I can’t stand my clothes. They’re a harness binding me.
I want them off. I want nothing between Dragon and me. If I could crawl into his flesh, I would.
I don’t stop to think how ridiculous my feelings are.
They’re not even feelings, really. They’re base urges. Things I’ve never experienced.
Things I’m not ready to give up anytime soon.
It’s him. His roughness, ruggedness, his raw masculine beauty. His darkness. I want to descend with him. Live with him there. Learn everything.
If I can’t fix him, I’ll stay there with him.
This time he breaks the kiss, rubbing his forehead, his breath coming in rapid pants.
He turns his head to each side. What is he looking for? I have no idea.
Don’t fucking care.
Finally he returns his gaze to mine. “Bed.”