Free Dare to Defy by Breanna Hayse Page B

relaxed in his embrace, he entwined his fingers in hers and drew their arms apart, lifting his chin to the ceiling.
    Daynel watched as his eyes glowed and changed before her, resembling the slit, reptilian eye that stood guard in her sword’s hilt. Fear began to tug at her heart as his grip upon her hands grew stronger, forbidding release. His skin took on a luminous radiance as giant, indigo blue wings stretched from the backs of his shoulders. She trembled as a ring of fire encircled them, sitting atop the still water and sending off sparks of glittering blues and greens.
    His fingers relaxed and he released his hold, moving the palms of both hands to rest on the tops of her arms. Despite her fear, she was drawn to him like a moth to a fire, and she lifted her mouth to accept his. Firmly, he pressed his lips upon hers and drank of her essence as a small, throaty growl reverberated deep in his throat. Daynel lifted her arms to coil around his thick neck, deepening the kiss. Her curious hands reached to tentatively touch the bases of the wings and subconsciously began to stroke the velvety softness that covered them. The gesture caused the dragon man to groan with pleasure and she felt his manhood rise between them.
    “Will you share vision with me?” he asked huskily, his palms steadying either side of her face as he stared down upon her, those same violet eyes capturing her heart in their unyielding grip. She nodded, convinced that she was still somewhere in the world of dreams and that the sensations upon her body were nothing more than a trick of her mind. Even her pain had been altered, churning as pleasure and longing within the deepest part of her soul. Her yearning to lose herself in the dragon’s eyes grew as she placed her own palms upon his high-boned cheeks.
    “Yes. Whatever type of dream this might be, I will surrender to it.”
    “Then give yourself to me, Princess. Open yourself for me.”
    Daynel moaned as she felt his hand stroke down the left side of her body and edge its way gently between her thighs. Her breathing grew raspy as he began to encircle her secret button with a broad, surprisingly gentle finger. Unable, and unwilling, to resist his probing upon her, Daynel spread her thighs wider to allow him access. She felt the cool water lap her flesh, caressing her skin and kissing away the searing heat from her punishment. Sliding his hands to her tiny waist, the man lifted her from the waters and brought her breasts to level with his mouth. Enclosing his lips around a nipple, he began to suckle upon it, watching Daynel’s face as she responded to the touch of this mysterious, unnamed man.
    Daynel’s thoughts whirled in her head, dispelling everything that distracted her from sinking into the power of his gaze. Unable to break contact with his eyes, Daynel merely watched as he made love to her small, pert breasts. He flicked his tongue teasingly against one pink tip before tracing the outline of her areola. Pebble-hard, her nipple seemed to stretch in the direction of his mouth, demanding more attention. Attention that was immediately offered as he enclosed her soft mound in the hot moistness of his lips. After thoroughly milking one side, leaving her both sore and pleasured, he moved to the other. Suckling, nipping, and licking, the man brought her to such need that Daynel wrapped her legs around his waist and sought out the stiff pole that waved uninhibitedly in the direction of her untouched womanhood.
    Without asking, Daynel reached between her legs and grasped the bulging tip of his rod in her hand. It was very thick and long, and Daynel fought back the fear of his harming her as she guided it toward the place of her need. Her body was slick with her own juices, inviting the penetration of the desired stranger. She felt wantonly dizzy and edged the tip into her waiting body, carefully maneuvering it just past the opening. His eyes locked her again and large, muscular arms wrapped around her,