Dragon's Second Chance Romance - Riley Storm Page 0,59

just to tease her. There was too much clothing in the way for it to be truly effective, but that didn’t matter.

“You tease,” she moaned, pouting up at him when he stopped. “That felt good.”

“It would feel better without any clothing in the way,” he growled, nuzzling his way between her head and her shoulder, biting gently at the exposed, sensitive skin on her neck.

Claire hissed sharply, her body tightening for just an instant before she relaxed, grabbing at his neck, pulling him in tighter.

“That feels good,” she moaned softly. “I like that too.”

Balancing himself on one elbow, Pietro ran a hand up her side, finding the hem of her shirt and slipping his fingers under it.

“So warm,” she gasped, thrusting her chest up at him as he sought it out under her shirt. “How do you do that?”

“Trade secret of being a dragon,” he teased as his fingers found one of her nipples under her bra and began to gently play with it.

Claire shivered. “I love the way you touch me, Ro. Mmmm.”

He bit down on his own lip as blood surged through his system, the sensations of her beneath him fueling his own arousal.

“Let’s get rid of this,” he growled a moment later, tugging at her shirt.

“I think that sounds like a good idea,” Claire said, nodding in agreement as he placed one hand on her back and casually lifted the upper half of her body from the floor so she could strip.

To his amusement and approval, she undid her bra as well, sliding out of it, her large breasts freed and exposed to his eyes—and his mouth. Her next words were cut off as his tongue swirled around her nipple and he sucked gently.

“Oh, Ro,” she gasped, both hands around his neck now, holding him tight to her.

Dexterous fingers undid her jeans, finding no issues with the zipper either. With the extra room, he was able to push his hand down between her legs, the denim stretching. Now with the perfect angle, he glanced up at her face as he brushed a finger against her, little more than flimsy underwear fabric separating them.

Claire’s entire body stiffened at his touch, and her moans grew slightly in volume. By that point, Pietro had thought he was hard, but hearing her just then strained his pants to near breaking point as he swelled further.

He’d never seen anyone sexier, never heard a more arousing sound than the ones Claire was making now at his touch. Burning desire filled him, and he began to hurriedly strip her, needing more of her. He needed to touch her, taste her, take her.

Claire didn’t fight him. In fact, she helped him, pushing her underwear down as he all but ripped her jeans from her body, tossing them aside in a heap.

As soon as she was exposed to him, he buried his face between her legs, the heat reaching up and smacking him in the face as he felt her arousal.

Claire lay back with a long moan, her hands alternating between grabbing at her chest and pushing her fingers deep into the carpet as she writhed in his grip. Pietro loved this part. He loved watching her face as he ran his tongue over her, and he loved using his strength to hold her legs still, overpowering her in the best way so that he could bring her the climax she so deserved.

When it happened, he hung on tight and kept doing exactly as he was. No changes, nothing different. He did glance up, feeling himself trying to burst from his pants at the erotic sight before him, but his mouth never altered, allowing Claire to simply relax and enjoy what he was doing to her body.

Once she’d finished, he slowed to a stop, letting her catch her breath and recover before he would start again.

Claire however, had different ideas this time.

“Clothes. Lose them,” she ordered, pushing herself into a sitting position. “Now.”

Grinning at her stern tone, Pietro did exactly as ordered. He stripped as fast as he could. Claire pushed him up from the floor and into a sitting position on the couch. He stiffened as she wrapped a hand around the base of him and then ran her tongue across the underside of the rest.

“Oh shit,” he hissed, his core tightening automatically in response.

Claire ran a hand over his stomach, her fingers bouncing across each ab until she reached the center of his chest and lightly dug her nails in, while at the same