Hidden Dragon (The Treasure of Paragon Book 7) by Genevieve Jack (best ereader for manga txt) 📗

to be eaten rather than trust that I could fly faster than a worm could climb. You tried to stop me from saving Tobias and Sabrina from the water sprites. Why don’t you admit it—?”

“Admit what?” he snapped.

“Something happened to you. Something terrified you, and the reason you are obsessed with keeping me safe, the reason you wanted Circe herself to underestimate me and keep me under her protection, is because it horrifies you to think the same thing could happen to me!” Her loud whisper floated around Sylas and then dissolved in ripples like a drop in the ocean. As soon as she said it, she knew she was right. This wasn’t just being protective. This was fear. This was a terror so strong he’d actually sacrifice their relationship to save her from it.

His throat bobbed on a swallow, and then his lashes fluttered. Suddenly he looked thinner, his skin sallow. “Can we just go to bed?”

She spread her wings, bathing him in a faint glow. Closing the gap between them, she leaned forward and whispered in his ear in her most sultry voice. “I will never turn down going to bed with you.”

It was as if she’d waved a red flag in front of a bull. His expression changed, his gaze filling with a deep, hungry need as if he’d been bleeding out and she’d offered him a tourniquet. He grabbed her face roughly, just shy of hurting, and crashed into her. This was no soft request. His lips were demanding, their breaths coming in gasps between long, deep, violent kisses.

He grabbed her dress as if he might tear it from her body. She slithered out of it before he could, not wanting him to ruin the piece of art. Totally naked and glowing brighter with her excitement, she led him into the bedroom and closed the door.

“Goddess, I need you, Dianthe.” He dug his fingers in her hair, brought the ends to his nose, and breathed her in.

She’d taken far too long to decipher what was going on with him. She’d torn him down. Built walls. Dug moats. It was time to strip away everything and just be them, together, naked and alone. Only from that could she rebuild.

“You have me,” she whispered. She reached for the ties on his pants and pulled them down around his ankles. He was rock-hard. His massive erection reached for her. She took him in her hands, eliciting a deep purr from his inner dragon. His mating trill. Music to her ears.

He kicked his pants aside and removed his jacket and shirt as if the garments were on fire. His breath had quickened, but then so had hers. They’d been together for so long, but something about this moment made her feel like this was their very first time. She felt raw, needy. Her stomach flipped with nerves.

There was a slight tremble to her hand when she pushed him down onto the bed and crawled up his body. Their eyes locked. “You have me,” she repeated.

Slowly she lowered her head and slid her lips over his cock, taking him deep into her throat.

His breath caught, and he grabbed the headboard. “Dianthe. Oh goddess.”

She swirled her tongue over the blunt head and sucked him deeper again. Her tongue curled around his shaft. As she stared up his body, all she could think was that her husband had definitely been carved by the gods. He was all hard peaks and shadowed valleys, the lean musculature of his arms and shoulders nothing short of intimidating. His size positively dwarfed her. But on his back, with his cock buried in her mouth, he was all hers.

Finding a rhythm, she licked and sucked until his groans of pleasure made her reach between her own legs to ease the hot ache that had started there. Her nipples puckered with her need for him, and she arched her back and worked him faster. The sight of her pleasuring herself put him over the edge. With a howl, he emptied himself down her throat.

She rose above him, still stroking herself as he trembled beneath her from the aftershocks of his orgasm. When his eyes focused on her again, they were glowing red, and the heat his body was putting off made her skin flush.

Hello, dragon.

Nothing existed in that moment but her. Sylas watched Dianthe stroke herself, her knees straddling his legs, and felt completely full for the first time in what felt like forever. There had been a giant gaping hole in the general region of his rib cage, an aching that she’d filled with her unwavering attention. When was the last time they’d had this?

His inner dragon coiled tight inside his body, rippling under his skin. He was ready again, and she was the only one who could soothe his inner fire. He grabbed her by the hips, spreading his wings and lifting them both off the bed. In one slick thrust, he entered her. He wasn’t gentle, but Dianthe didn’t seem to mind. Her mouth came down on his like hot rain. He was drowning in her, wrapped in her dark, lanky limbs. Her embrace, her arms, her legs, her core—it was the only thing holding him together.

Forgetting himself in her was the only thing that mattered.

Her wings fluttered as he landed on his feet at the end of the bed, supporting her with a firm grip on her luscious ass. Her light washed across him, across the bed, her sweet-as-honey scent filling his lungs. Where did he end and she begin? He’d forgotten long ago. His knees bent and his hips matched her thrusts as she started to move. In this position, clinging to him, her legs and arms squeezing tighter to gain purchase, their thrusts became an exercise in deep movements, small but effective. Gravity pulled her closer. Passion brought him to the edge.

He whirled and lowered her onto her back on the bed, rejoining the rhythm. Goddess, she was beautiful beneath him.