Tropical Dragons Series Box Set - Naomi Lucas Page 0,132
saliva and moan, dropping my weight to the wall. He gathers me against him and presses me back, trapping me there. Heat and bitter root flavors my mouth, sweetspice and dew. I grow dizzy, my head lightens. Sucking in his tongue, I swallow him down, needing him inside.
Like he promised he always would be.
His prick rises and hardens between us. My legs climb him to wrap around his waist. Something rubs my buttocks, his tails, only to pull my cheeks apart, opening me as far as my female flesh will go. I think I hear my skirt rip.
He’s baring me, once again.
He’s baring me, and I love it.
His seed is still dripping out of me.
I’m too distracted to care, sucking and licking on his mouth. He grazes me back—and I clench, hard, growing wetter. The dig of his teeth… I need them everywhere. “Drazak,” I breathe his name and my head falls back. “I’ll never, ever leave you.”
His tongue slides up my cheek until his nose is pressed into my hair. His tails and his hands are pinning me, placing me exactly where he wants. And when his large purple-scaled shaft pushes into me hard, my nails dig into his scalp. Oh.
There’s no waiting for me to stretch for him this time. He pulls back and slams into me again. A long-winded scream tears from my throat, it’s punctuated from his impaling, forcing the sound high and then low. I lock my legs around him and hold on desperately as his thrusting grows wild.
He’s furious.
Each shunt teases my inner pleasure spot, each pound batters my nub. Nearly split in two, Drazak shows me how fiercely he’ll hold onto me, keeping me right where he likes me most—in his arms.
Mine snake around him, embracing him in return.
Sizzling with heat, my sex begging for release, I wiggle my hips to push my nub onto him, writhing as his prick plays me. Like the huntress I am, the one I must prove I am. I grasp him everywhere when my adrenaline rises, and when he is captured, I bite down on the crook of his neck, felling my prey. My sex clamps, and I scream into him.
Marking him. Mine.
His roars fill my ears. His seed fills me next. Our limbs lock, binding us, and together our bodies seize from the violent release.
His hot cum gushes out of me and down my legs as neither of us move, panting. All I can do is let him seed me. It’s all I want to do.
I inhale his scent like it’s my favorite meal.
And of course, my stomach growls.
Drazak lowers me to the ground, slipping out of me. I hate it. I hate it when his root leaves. I only ever want to be filled. I mumble, annoyed.
“You growled?” he asks, cupping my shoulders with his large hands and leaning me back.
“I’m hungry,” I whisper, fussy because he left me empty. Actually, I’m ravenous, suddenly starving. My eyes go to his mouth, wondering if it has something to do with his delicious saliva. “Maybe it’s because you made me feel empty,” I grumble.
“You need food before I can rut you again. Let us get you some food, for both our desires.”
He grabs my hand and tries to lead me back to our camp. I tug. “We need to find a way out of here.”
“Why? Are you not empty? It is safer to rut you at our camp. I can forage for nutrition there and keep an eye on you, female.”
All I want to do is go back to our camp and have him inside me again, but we will not last long if we do. And if he means nutrition as in bugs… “Because we can’t survive down here, not long at least.”
“Of course we can. And we will. There is plenty down here to sustain us—creatures and roots—and I hear a spring deeper within. This is my den, and you are my female, fully seeded. You will bring our young to term here where I can keep you safe. Then I will seed you again until you are done bearing my young.”
His words make me shiver with desire and nervousness. “Humans can’t live in the dark. We’re not made that way. We’re not creatures of darkness. We’re creatures of light.”
His eyes narrow. “What do you mean?”
“We live in the sun, and eat… more than just bugs. We need warmth and shelter—more than what this offers—and space. We need all of this and more. I like