Marked by the Dragon [The Dragon of Skye 1] (Siren Publishing Classic)
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Duncan rolled them so that she was on top, and eyes shut, panting for breath, she rested her head on his chest until his softening cock finally slipped out of her. She mewled her protest, and his chest shook in laughter.
“Give me a few and I’ll be ready to go again.”
Smiling, Kerry pushed herself up slightly until she could see him, and the words burst from her.
“I love you so much.”
Duncan sobered and framed her face between his large hands.
“And I love you, wee lassie. I’m so glad fate sent you into my shop that day.”
Kerry blew him a kiss and then snuggled back down.
“You know my mum is never going to believe this?”
“What? The whole my-boyfriend-shifts-into-a-fire-breathing-dragon bit?”
Kerry sat back up again and shook her head.
“Good grief, I wouldn’t tell her that. Mum is such a gossip she would never be able to keep that to herself. No, the whole I-actually-have-a-boyfriend bit. I do believe she gave up on that ever happening. She’ll have us married off and be on us to give her grandkids the minute she’s recovered from the shock. I warn you now.”
“And would that be such a terrible thing?” Duncan murmured while he tucked her hair behind her ears.
Kerry’s mouth fell open in surprise, not least because she sensed his sincerity and steely determination in her mind.
“Is that your way of proposing to me, Sir, ’cause I have to say as far as proposals go, this one sucks. Shouldn’t you be wining and dining me?”
She curled her fingers into his chest hair and pulled. His dragon showed in his eyes at her action, and she felt his warning in her head, but Kerry simply giggled and tugged harder.
“Your punishments don’t scare me, Sir. They just make me wonder what naughty thing I can do to earn another one.” She wriggled her ass as she said that, and Duncan’s cock twitched back into life.
“Is that so, lassie.” Sir’s voice was stern, but the twinkle in his eyes belied that. “Keep that up and you’ll find out soon enough. And that wasn’t an answer to my question.”
“Oooh, promises, promises.” She stuck her tongue out at him, and before she could draw another breath into her lungs, he’d lunged. The world flew by, and she was head down over his lap at the side of the bed. Arms and legs flailing, she tried to get away, but Duncan trapped her legs between his, and with one hand firmly positioned between her shoulder blades, he rained an array of hard, open-handed swats on her behind. Only when that whole area felt red hot and Kerry was moaning did he stop. He massaged the sting away, then delved his fingers between her legs. Kerry groaned and he laughed.
“Just as I thought—soaking wet. You love me paddling this behind, don’t you?”
He didn’t wait for her answer, but spanked her a few more times until she was a panting, begging mess. When he stopped, he pushed two fingers knuckle-deep into her pussy, and Kerry whimpered when he found her sweet spot and massaged it, mercilessly pushing her ever closer to another orgasm. Before she could teeter over the edge, however, he withdrew his digits and slapped her ass again, a playful one this time, before he pulled her up and effortlessly lifted her onto his lap. His cock was fully erect against her belly, and Kerry wanted nothing more than to impale herself on that magnificent organ and ride him from here to next week.
“Hmm, be my guest, but not until you’ve given me an answer. Will you marry me?”
Pushing her feet on the floor, Kerry lifted herself up, grasped his shaft with one hand, guided it to her dripping hole, and sank down with a sigh.
“Yes, yes, I will, just…fuck yes.”
Duncan thrust up as she pushed down, and the world righted itself as she showed her Sir exactly how much he meant to her. Her dragon, her mate, her Sir, forever.
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