a long look at her flushed face. He wanted to memorize every detail about her, never forget a thing—but he supposed that wouldn't matter so much, now that she was his . He had the rest of a lifetime to explore every inch of her curves.
Grace moaned and shifted her hands, testing his grip on her wrists; he didn't let her move an inch, and after a moment, she fell still again. “You're so good for me, Grace,” he murmured, burying his face in her neck for a moment and breathing in her scent, overcome by how wonderful she was. “So, so good for me.”
“Just for you,” Grace agreed. She wriggled against his fingers where they rested against the outside of her pussy. “Please?” she asked, but it lacked the playful tone that she usually had and instead just came across as wanton and needy.
Christian smiled and pulled back, slowly beginning to remove his clothes and watching as Grace scurried to do the same. He'd always intended to mate with her in a bed, do things properly, but...well, he didn't think either of them would make it that far. Anyway, there was always later. The thought brought an even wider smile to his face, one that Grace responded too with a smile of her own.
“Yeah,” Grace said, even though he hadn't said anything. “Yeah—me too.”
Christian laughed and pulled her close again, relishing the feel of her warm, naked skin against his own. “Yeah,” he agreed, pleased with how much on the same wavelength they seemed to be. They were going to have a lot of fun together…
He carefully aligned them, lifting her so that her legs were up around his waist, and let her slide slowly down onto his cock, making them both moan in pleasure. He tightened his hold on her hips, sure that he'd be leaving bruises there as well, on her milky white skin—but that was all right now; she was his .
As if in echo of that thought, Grace surged forward and began working on leaving a mark of her own, just beneath Christian's collarbone. She used the wall as leverage to meet Christian's thrusts, both of them building rapidly towards climax.
Christian could feel her tight heat becoming slicker and slicker around him, the walls of her opening quivering as she strained against an orgasm that would have her seeing stars. When Christian's own orgasm hit, his knees almost buckled, which would have sent them both toppling to the ground, but he managed to recover at the last second, bracing himself against the wall beside Grace's head.
She blinked dazedly up at him, and it almost felt like it was all too much—her beauty, his desire, their wonderful coupling, the way she was still turning him on even though he'd need to wait a little while before he could take her again (and next time would be in a bed, he promised himself that!). He slowly pulled out and let Grace down; as one, they both slid down the wall to the floor.
Grace pillowed her head against his shoulder, and Christian rested his own head atop hers. “I love you,” Grace said quietly, as if it still needed to be said. “I may be more of a dog person, and panthers aren't my favorite animal, but I guess it's okay that you're a cat.”
Christian snorted and shoved playfully at her shoulder. She was a dog person, hmm? They'd just have to work on that. Before she could say anything else to tease him, he captured her mouth in another kiss.
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PREVIEW OF ‘AUCTIONED TO THE DRAGON’ BY ASHLEY HUNTER
Chapter 1
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