Free Fury of a Highland Dragon by Coreene Callahan

Showing no mercy, Ivy undulated beneath him.
    Shuddering in her arms, Tydrin wrenched his mouth from hers. “Ivy.”
    Ignoring him, she arched and set her lips back on his. Tydrin cursed and kissed her again. Fucking hell. Had he said trouble earlier? Well, triple the effect. She was diabolical, moving way too fast, pulling him far too deep, murdering his ability to resist her with a kiss. But my oh my, what a mouth. Hot and full, so tasty he—
    She sucked on his tongue.
    “Bloody hell.” Muffled by her mouth, the explicative came out weak. His reaction, however, was anything but. Locking his muscles, he cupped her face, and holding her in check, lifted his head. His lips left hers. She keened his name. He bared his teeth. “Ivy!”
    “Don’t.”
    “Donnae what?”
    “Stop,” she said, tone full of fear. Tydrin frowned as her disquiet registered, hitting him like a closed fist. He inhaled a quick breath. What the hell?  He wanted her compliant—to slow down long enough for him to explain the ground rules—not afraid, but… shite. He saw the dread on her face, in her eyes and the way she stiffened beneath him too. “You said you wouldn’t. Tydrin, you promised.”
    “Sweet lass, I’m not. I’ve no wish tae stop. I couldn’t now if I tried, but—”
    “No buts.” Her voice hitched, breaking his heart. “Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I’ve been with a guy? Since I’ve had any pleasure at all?”
    He blinked. “How long?”
    “Seems like forever. Years.” A furrow between her brows, hands resting on his shoulders, she stared up at him. “Asthma makes everything difficult. I have trouble catching my breath when I get ah…excited.” Her cheeks heated. Color spread over her cheekbones in crimson wave. Held hostage by the sight, Tydrin swallowed a groan as the freckles sprinkled over the bridge of her nose grew rosy. He blew out a shaky breath. Sugar. The alluring flecks on her skin reminded him of sprinkled sugar, and damned if he didn’t plan on tasting each and every one. “The second I reach for my inhaler, the guy always freaks out and well…” Looking away, she shrugged. “The mood gets ruined.”
    “The mood isnae ruined. Far from it.” Drawing gentle circles on her skin, he brushed a tangle of dark red tendrils away from her temple. “I want you, Ivy. I intend tae have you…more than once today, but—”
    “I hate that word.”
    He ignored the interruption. “I need tae slow down, luv. A male only has so much control, and I want tae enjoy every second of you. I crave your skin against mine. I long tae learn your shape and worship every curve. I need tae taste your passion before I lose myself in the loving. ’Tisn’t a question of want, lovely. I need it that way. Naught else will satisfy me. But if we keep on like this—the pace hot and fast—I’ll not last long enough tae please you.”
    “Oh. Well…” Surprise winged across her face. After a moment, the shock in her eyes faded. A mischievous glint replaced it. “All right, then. Lead on. You have my permission.”
    “Your permission ?” He snorted. Plucky lass. Tempestuous wee tease. She didn’t know how much her challenge turned him on. Or what happened when a female provoked his dragon half with such deliberate intent. “Insubordination, lass. I’ll make you pay for it.”
    “Maybe. Or maybe, I’ll make you beg.”
    “Unlikely,” he said, sounding confident even though he didn’t believe it. Ivy held the power to bring him to his knees. It wouldn’t take much. The husky sound of her voice. The lush curve of her body. The heated gleam in her eyes. With little effort, she could undo him. Tydrin knew it. Should be wary of it. Acknowledging it, however, ranked low on his list of priorities. He was here. She was ready to take him all the way. Too hell with the consequences. “We’ll see how long you last, lovely. You’ll beg—eventually.”
    “Dream on, handsome.”
    “No need. I plan tae