Free The Island Of Dragons: A Paranormal Shifter Romance by Amira Rain Page A

punishment begins right now.”
    The moment his lips connected with mine, I moaned softly, realizing that I’d wanted him to kiss me since the day I’d woken up in the hospital. He kissed me slowly at first, gently, but soon with increasing intensity, his mouth firm and warm. Moaning softly again, I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he moved his hands to the small of my back, growling.
    I didn’t want my punishment to end. At least, not until I’d experienced the release I realized I was desperate for.
    So, having to force myself to do so, I broke our kiss after a minute or two and spoke in a voice thick with desire. “Wherever your bedroom is... please take me there.”
    I didn’t need to ask Warren twice. With his breathing fast and ragged, he scooped me up and carried me up the two flights of stairs to his third-floor room, kissing me all the way.
    Within mere moments of us entering his spacious stone-walled bedroom, fingers and clothes were flying. We undressed each other, though when Warren seemed to be having slight trouble unclasping the little hook at the front of my bra, I did it for him, impatient then.
    When I stood in the waning sun, completely nude, he raked his gaze over the length of my body, nearly panting. “Stunning. Beyond stunning. There’s actually no word strong enough.”
    Pressing his rock-hard erection against the soft curve of my belly, he cupped my breasts and began slowly circling my stiffened nipples with his thumbs, making me throw my head back, sighing with pleasure. But soon I wanted more, much more, and I began pulling down his boxer-briefs, which were the only article of clothing he was still wearing.
    He helped me along with the task, then stepped out of them and stood, revealing his well-above-average-sized manhood, which was long and so thick I doubted I’d be able to close my fingers around it. But, of course, I felt compelled to try, and I proved my suspicions correct, making Warren draw in a sharp intake of air with his eyes rolling back in his head.
    I stroked him slowly, rhythmically, seeming to increase his own desire as well as my own. After a short while, we were both nearly gasping for breath, and I stopped in my action and began backing up to his four-poster bed, leading him along with my hand still wrapped around his rod.
    “Now. Please make love to me.”
    He scooped me up once again and set me on the bed, then positioned himself between my legs, on his knees. The very last rays of the sun made his naked body almost seem to glow, and I thought that he looked like some sort of expertly-sculpted bronze statue. Whimpering with desire, I gripped his hips, reveling in the feel of his smooth skin, while he took his thick pole in one hand and began teasing my slick feminine lips apart with the head of it. I moaned, anticipating the sensation of being completely filled by his hardness.
    He didn’t enter me right away, however. First, he stroked my most sensitive spot with the head of his shaft until I my moans became so frequent the sound was almost more of a throaty, extended cry. Only then did he slide into me, finally filling me with every inch of his granite-hard length.
    I soon became lost in a world of complete erotic bliss while he worked himself in and out of my slickness with slow powerful thrusts, hovering above me, grunting. With my senses seeming to be heightened, I breathed in his clean, woodsy scent, filling my nostrils with it, becoming pleasantly dizzy from it.
    Presently, almost without even being aware of the action, I slid a hand between my thighs and began stroking my throbbing feminine bud, eager to increase my pleasure even further.
    Without pulling himself out of me, Warren rose up to his knees and began watching the action of my fingers intently. “So, so gorgeous. Please don’t stop.”
    I didn’t, and after hiking my legs up on his chest, he resumed thrusting his thick pole deep inside of me while still on his knees, periodically looking into