His Feverish Embrace - Celia Kyle Page 0,24

putting all of his strength behind his hips, pistoning into her as if he needed to make up for all the time they had spent apart.

He ravaged her like a wild predator tearing into the most delicate of prey, his lips pressed against hers as he moved. Agreeing to the fury of it all, Rylan wrapped her legs around his waist, trapping him in place, and that made him go even harder. A lone bead of sweat trickled down from his temple, his muscles burning from the effort, but he refused to acknowledge his own exhaustion.

Instead, he used it as fuel.

He had no limits to how far he could push himself, and his dragon seemed to agree with that sentiment. He felt its powerful shape moving underneath the surface of his consciousness, and he had to bite his tongue to keep it restrained. It was unusual for his dragon to act in such an unruly manner during sex but, then again, Rylan was an unknown factor, one powerful enough to throw the shifter equation off balance.

She let out a moan as she lost her right hand in his hair, and her left one wandered to his backside. She dug the fingers into his flesh, urging him to go even faster, and he obeyed willingly. Then, as if his intensity had become too much for her, she tightened her legs around his waist, forcing him to slow down.

“Is something wrong?” he asked, and she replied with a devilish grin.

Rolling her hips to the side, she forced him to lie on his back and followed after him. She placed her knees on either side of his thighs, straddling him, and then dug her fingernails into his chest. Her jaw was clenched, almost as if she was struggling with the desire coursing through her. Whatever madness Rylan had awoken inside him, it seemed like she had surrendered to it as well.

“Nothing’s wrong,” she finally said, her voice husky and wild. Pushing herself a few inches off his body, she grabbed his cock and placed its tip right against her entrance. She lowered herself then, painfully slowly, and her mouth hung open in a silent moan.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he said, taking both hands to her ass. As if his touch had awoken her, she gritted her teeth and started swaying her hips, the motion of her body driving him straight toward the edge. Much like his dragon, it seemed as though even his own self-restraint was faltering. He couldn’t remember the last time his own body had defied him, but it was happening now.

He drew in a deep breath, doing his best to remain in control, but Rylan was having none of it. She kissed him with wild abandon, her breasts mashed against his chest, and slammed herself down on his cock over and over again, the sound of flesh on flesh filling the entire room.

She rode him until it felt as if his body was on fire, tall flames licking at everything he was. Sparks of electric desire flickered behind his eyes, and his heart was beating so fast he wouldn’t have been too surprised if the damn thing simply burst out of his chest.

It was one thing to acknowledge the invisible string that tugged him toward Rylan, but this frenzied desperation of the flesh was something new to him. He wanted to keep her naked body against his at all times, almost as if to be apart would mean death. Could he be losing his mind? Could the cocktail of hormones rushing through his veins be making him delirious?

No, his own voice said inside his head, it’s not that, and you know it.

Now that…that was the truth.

He felt mad and delirious, but he also knew he had never seen things as clearly as in that moment. Even if the two of them had been swept by a flood of desire, that didn’t put a dent on how right it all felt. Just like two missing pieces of a puzzle, something clicked between them, and he could feel it deep in his bones.

“I’m not gonna last,” she muttered softly, her words escaping her ragged breathing.

“Then let go,” he told her, every atom in his body barreling toward sweet release. He could feel the tension pooling in the pit of his stomach, much like a pile of gunpowder, and knew he was no more than a few seconds away from the inevitable.

Their bodies burned from the inside out, all the tension they felt