Free Dragonfly Kisses by Sabrina York Page A

deep within her, to enjoy, appreciate, memorize the moment.
    And then he started to move.
    He began slowly, fully intending to fuck her gently, easing in and out with long, languorous strokes. But his resolve crumbled quickly when she buried her nails in the flesh of his ass and tugged his cheeks apart. A sizzle of delight snaked up his spine.
    The beast arose in him again. And this time, it would not be chained. Dylan pulled out and shoved in, again and again, pummeling her in a mad, blind frenzy. Each plunge drove him higher and higher. She moaned and wriggled and scored his back, rising with him, rising in a tight, hard spiral.
    It was as though they were one, riding the wave together, a violent tumult, a magnificent torment.
    He knew when she came again, reveled in the agonizing torture of her grip on his shaft. But he did not let up.
    Heat gathered at the base of his cock. Shards of agony and ecstasy wracked his tightening balls. He clenched against the burn of cum boiling to escape. He held back.
    Because it was too good. He didn’t want it to end. Not yet.
    Watching her breasts heave with each lunge and, unable to resist, he suckled her nipples again. Nipped. Bit.
    She went wild around him. Scratching, howling, bathing him with her bliss.
    This time, when she came, her cunt opened, relaxed. Dylan fought back a shudder as the need to explode rode him. Fought back the urge and thrust deeper, as deep as he could go. He didn’t think he’d ever felt anything as perfect as this moment.
    He closed his eyes and released. Gave it. Gave it all to her in a rushing welter.
    He came.
    And came.
    And came.
    And when he was finished, when he was depleted and replete, he pulled her into his arms and held her and stroked her and murmured nonsense into the soft shell of her ear.
    He didn’t let her see his tears. She wouldn’t understand.
    But, somehow, she had saved him.
     

Chapter Nine
     
    Cassie nestled closer into Dylan’s strong embrace and gusted a sigh.
    Good lord, had that been tremendous.
    She’d been with men before—at least she’d thought she had. Now she wasn’t so sure.
    No man had ever fucked her so completely.
    Dylan had lost control. Become a wild man in his passion. There had been no conversation, no gentle directions, no awkward negotiation. Simply pleasure. And fucking. Raw, blatant, needy.
    He made her feel like she was the only thing on earth that mattered to him.
    It was a novel experience.
    And a little scary.
    Because the feelings creeping into her heart for this man were far beyond what they should be. They’d just met. She knew very little about him.
    In her life, caution had always been a watchword. When she was young, her parents had not allowed her to play with other children—because she might injure her hands. Besides, she’d been too busy practicing. They’d picked her schools, chosen her clothes, managed her schedules. When she became old enough to date, they had vetted the prospects. Everything in her life had been ordered and controlled.
    Her feelings for Dylan were not ordered or controlled in the slightest.
    Yes. It was frightening. But exciting as hell.
    She peeped up at him, reveling in the sharp cut of his jaw, the sprinkles of scruff on his chin. His eyes were closed. His breathing heavy, erratic. His pulse thudded beneath her palm.
    Instinctively, her fingers flexed.
    He opened his eyes and gazed down at her. His arms tightened, infinitesimally.
    “Hey there,” he said. His lips quirked in a smile which was, all things considered, surprisingly shy.
    “Hey there.” She shimmied up his body and kissed the underside of his chin. “That was…” Words failed her. But he understood.
    “It was.”
    She tucked her head into the crook of his neck and wrapped herself around him even more. He fumbled for a blanket and covered them both. Now that the passion had waned, the room was cool. She nuzzled deeper, tracing the tattoo on his left shoulder with a fingertip. It was a