Free Dancing Dragon by Nicola Claire Page B

wrapped my mouth around the tip and lavished my tongue over the already wet head.
    He groaned out loud, his fists still clenched at his side, but one knocking his thigh as I suckled and nibbled my way over the length of him, then quickly pulled his boxers down his legs and flicked them away. I returned, but before I took him in my mouth I chanced a glance up at Michel's face. He looked so vulnerable, so lost, not just to desire and longing, but to something else I couldn't quite place. I wanted to say trust me, but I knew that would be wrong, so I just sent him a look of equal hunger in my eyes and then took him in my mouth, as much as I could manage. He jerked against me, an involuntary and natural response to the pleasure I was causing, his hands automatically coming up to my hair, entwining his fingers delicately with the strands, cradling my head tenderly. He began to caress my scalp, conveying everything he was feeling, all the pleasure I was evoking, in that simply movement. I loved that he did this, an almost undeniable reaction to my touch. It told me what I needed to hear, his beautiful fondling of my head let me know that he wanted more.
    I didn't chastise him for ignoring my instructions. I wanted to feel him touch me so badly, I almost screamed at him to hold tight. His fingers laced in my hair and he began rocking his erection slowly, lovingly, back and forward, entering my mouth as far as I let him and then pulling out again, only to repeat it with more and more fervent need.
    You are mine. I sent the thought at him and increased my speed and licks and nibbles. He choked on a groan and met me with ever more ardent thrusts, rocking into my mouth, but still keeping himself in check, not too much, just right. Just what I wanted. And as I felt him stiffen for release, I heard his thoughts too, strong, demanding, no room for argument. And you are mine, Lucinda. He pulled out as he came, determined not to force me to swallow, but the sight of him spraying from the top of his straining erection, enough to make me gasp and feel heat pool at my core. I so wanted that inside me.
    He languidly watched me lick my lips, his breathing rapid, his chest rising and falling in quick succession. I felt the heated, lust-filled flush that graced my cheeks and lifted my eyes to his. There was such desire there, but also love. He still loved me. I knew it now. Right this second he showed me all of him. He loved me so much, but there was something still there. Something that kept a little of him apart from me. Something I needed to shatter before I had him completely back in my arms.
    “We're not finished,” I said a little huskily.
    “Oh, I was hoping you would say that.” And then he pulled me to my feet and whispered against my neck, right above his new mark, “My turn.” And bit.
    His fangs sliding in like they were never meant to be anywhere else but on my skin, in my flesh, opening up my blood vessels. His first pull of my life giving blood sent a shock of heat through me, every drain after followed with desire, need, hunger, lust, longing, possession, claiming every inch of my soul from the inside out. A low growl-come-purr started in the back of his throat and he pushed me back against the bed, gently lowering me to the covers, his hard naked body encasing mine.
    Mine , I heard him demand of me. Say it, you are mine. It felt so familiar, as though the claiming was back, as though his vampire needed confirmation again, despite everything I had given him, it still doubted, it still needed that reassurance. But, if there is one thing I have learnt in my few years of association with vampires, you never give an inch .
    Make it worth my while , I sent the thought back to him and then followed it up with a blast of my Light, wrapping around his formidable shields, nudging at the brick and metal that held them tight in his mind and silently finding a crack, a small gap, one I was sure he had left intentionally for me and