Slaying the Dragon (Deception Duet #2)

by T. K. Leigh

  “Yes, mi cariño? Something I can help you with?”

  “I need you.” She threw her head back, overwhelmed with the sensuous torture of my tongue’s slow journey up her leg.

  “And you will have me. Don’t rush to the finish,” I murmured, growing closer to the spot I was sure she wanted me to touch…to taste. “Enjoy the moment. Don’t you want to live in the present instead of looking forward?” I squeezed her thighs, my thumb brushing over her center. She took a quick inhale of air, her body growing taut around me. “Don’t you, Serafina?”

  “Yes, Tyler. I do.” She ran her hands through my hair, gripping it as she tried to force my head between her legs, but I resisted momentarily.

  “Serafina…”

  “Yes…?” She squirmed against me, telling me with her body what she needed.

  “Eyes on me,” I said, just as I had during our first time. “I need to know you’re with me.”

  She flung her eyes open, meeting mine. There was an intensity, an awareness of something bigger than either one of us could have imagined growing at that moment. I thought I loved her before, and maybe I did. But this love, this strange emotion flowing through me right now, was bigger and more vibrant than anything I’d felt before.

  “I’m with you, Tyler,” she whimpered through the lump forming in her throat. “I’ve always been with you.”

  I brought my tongue to her, wanting to savor each lick, each swirl. Her tense body relaxed, our eyes remaining locked, the connection between us deep and unwavering. “God, I love the way you taste,” I growled, increasing my speed, tightening my grasp on her thighs. “Does this feel good?”

  She simply nodded, her mouth slightly agape as she tried to subdue the orgasm that was on the verge of washing over her.

  “Say it, Mackenzie. Tell me you’ve been craving my touch, that no one else can ever satisfy you like I do.”

  “It’s only you, Tyler,” she moaned, tugging at my hair, pushing my head further into her. “I’m an addict and you’re the only one who can satisfy me.”

  Her breathing increased, her body clenched and I knew she was on the brink. I quickly pulled back, leaving her breathless.

  “Tyler!” she exclaimed, frustrated.

  “What?” I asked coyly.

  “Why did you stop? I…”

  “You…?”

  “I need you,” she said softly.

  I raised myself to my feet and hovered over her, placing a gentle kiss on her lips. “I know,” I murmured.

  “Then why did you stop?” she asked once more.

  “I want you to ask me.” I tilted her chin back and stared into her eyes. She was unable to escape me.

  “Please, Tyler,” she whispered, dragging her finger up my chest, pulling at my tie and tugging me closer. “Please make me come.”

  In one swift motion, I picked her up and strode across the room toward her bed. I hurriedly removed all my clothes and slithered up her legs. She moaned loudly when I swirled my tongue around the spot she wanted me to touch, her body beginning to tremble beneath me. Instantly, she screamed out my name, yanking on my hair as she rode the waves of what I hoped to be one of the most intense orgasms of her life. By the way she was responding to me, I had a feeling it was.

  Her tremors subsiding, I crawled up her body and placed my hand protectively over her stomach, kissing her softly. “How was that?”

  “Better than I remember.” She crushed her lips back to mine, plunging her tongue in my mouth before pulling back, nibbling on my lip in such a way that made me want to feel her even more. She raked her fingernails up and down my back, digging into my skin a little harder each time. I kissed her once more as I gently thrust against her, being careful to put all my weight on my arms.

  Tearing from her lips, I stared deep into her hazel eyes, a look of peace and contentment in her gaze. I delicately ran my fingers through her hair, drinking in her face. I studied each dip and valley, each dimple, each freckle. I never thought I’d be here and I wanted to cherish this moment, a beautiful memory that would stay with me if the lonely ever found me again.

  Grabbing the back of my neck, she found my lips once more. “Tyler, make love to me,” she murmured in a sultry voice.

  Without saying a word, I nodded, keeping my eyes glued to hers. I carefully held onto her hips and rolled onto my back, bringing her to settle on top of me. Her gaze widened, showing her surprise.

  “You’re in charge.”

  Before I could say anything else, she leaned back and took me inside of her, her motions slow as she acclimated herself to me once more.

  “Fuck,” I hissed through a clenched jaw, a tidal wave of carnal thirst surging through me. After our first time together, I craved her more than I thought possible, the way my body responded to her filling a void in my life. Each and every time we were intimate after that was more thrilling, more electrifying than the time before. But now, as Mackenzie moved sensually and slowly on top of me, her lips almost touching mine, her breath dancing on my skin, it was different. Lies no longer hung heavy between us. We could finally be us, the us I hoped we would eventually be, and my heart filled with more love and hunger for her.

  My fingers clawing into her skin, I pushed into her with greater intensity, guiding her on top of me, wanting to feel every inch of her. No matter how fast and deep I went, it still wasn’t enough. I could make love to her for days on end, explore every crevice and dip in her body, and still need more. I was greedy with desire, the months apart making my appetite more voracious. Her skin flush with mine, our two bodies connected, was ecstasy and I could no longer control myself.

  Uttering a low moan, I closed my eyes, grunting her name as I released inside her, my orgasm gratifying and intense.

  Slowing our movements, we stared at each other and basked in the moment. “I love you, Serafina,” I whispered, my voice barely audible as I cupped her face in my hands.

  “And I love you, Tyler, lies and all.” She climbed off of me and snuggled up beside me. I pulled the duvet over our sweaty bodies and placed a soft kiss on her head.

  “I’m glad you finally found it in your heart to forgive me.”

  She sighed, her body relaxing as she toyed with the little tendrils of hair on my chest. “I needed to forgive you,” she replied, her voice light. “Do you have any idea how horny being pregnant makes you?”

  “Really?” I stared down at her and she met my eyes.

  “Yup. So you better rest up. If you thought my sex drive was something before, you haven’t seen anything.”

  “As I’ve said in the past, Miss Delano…” I adjusted my position and hovered over her, rubbing myself against her. “I’m always up for a challenge.”

  Mackenzie

  A LOW HUM FILLED the comfort of my bedroom, a vibration on my neck sending a shiver through my body. My eyelids fluttered open, the autumn sun streaming into the room on this last Friday in September. The weeks had passed quicker than I expected as I settled into my new normal. Tyler and I saw each other practically every spare moment we had. He worked long days as he investigated what was going on with my father and everything else, in addition to running his club once more. I had asked why he was back there when it was just supposed to be a front. He told me it took his mind off everything and gave him a bit of clarity. I could certainly understand that.

  With Tyler back on the island and in my life, I fell into a new routine with surprising ease. He spent every night at my condo…except for Fridays. That was reserved for girls’ night, and I appreciated his understanding that I still needed time with my two best friends, even though he was practically living with me.

  Tyler had taken on the role of soon-to-be dad with an excitement I wasn’t expecting. He accompanied me to all my doctor’s appointments, which had become slightly more frequent now that I was in my third trimester. The look of awe on his face the first time he saw our little boy on the ultrasound, hearing his fast little heartbeat, made me fall in love with him a little
bit more.

  As September came to an end, the humidity that had become almost unbearable finally began to subside. The summer vacationers started to leave the island, and things were beginning to slow down, finally giving me time to prepare for the arrival of Baby Boy Burnham…or Triple B, as we had been calling him…in less than three months.

  A hand splayed on my stomach, caressing me, loving me, supporting me as a low moan escaped Tyler’s mouth. I sighed, losing myself in his warmth. He pulled me closer, his lips feathering kisses across my shoulder blades.

  “Morning, Mr. Burnham,” I whispered, not wanting to break our moment. Each day I woke in his arms, I fell for my duplicitous mystery man even more. I fell in love with every inch of him all over again. With his eyes. With his mouth. With his arms. With his heart. It was all mine to possess, and he gave me his love freely with no restraints. Our love was pure, perfect, and finally honest.

  “Morning, Miss Delano.” He nuzzled his nose into my hair and inhaled. “Mmmm,” he groaned and I felt him grow rigid against me. “I will never tire of waking up next to you.”

  “And I will never tire of feeling your hands on my skin.”

  “Is that right?” he asked.

  “That’s right.”

  He leaned in, his lips roaming my heated flesh. I couldn’t seem to get my fill of him. I wanted him every hour of every day. When we were apart, I ached for him in such a way I didn’t think I would ever survive without his touch.

  “Tell me, Mackenzie,” he murmured, his voice husky. “Where do you want my hands?” He clenched his teeth on my neck, sucking lightly. My eyes rolled back into my head, lost in the combination of pain and pleasure. A rush of electricity ran through me, my skin even more sensitive than I imagined. I was in tune to what his simple presence did to me, an ache between my legs growing more and more pronounced with each passing second.

  “All over,” I breathed, squirming as I continued to lay on my side. “I need your touch everywhere.”

  His fingers grazed across my collarbone, his touch light and perfect. “Tell me where,” he growled and my breath caught at his tone. It was demanding, forceful, harsh, at complete odds with the reverent way he ran his hands over my body, his thumb barely grazing my nipples. I inhaled at the almost contact, my skin on alert. My body was an instrument and he had mastered it. He knew exactly where to touch me to make me hum, vibrate, or sing.

  “There,” I whimpered, still feeling the heat of his fingers just shy of where I needed to feel him. This was torture, pure and simple. Waterboarding had nothing on what I was enduring at the moment.

  “Where?” He pulled me against him, my back to his front, his motion forceful.

  “My nipple,” I answered, exhaling when I finally felt his fingers linger on my breast, gently taking my erect nipple between them.

  “Is this how you want it?” His voice was heavy with amusement.

  I shook my head. “No. Harder, Tyler,” I begged, writhing against the sheets.

  “What was that?”

  “You heard me,” I shot back in a firm voice. “Stop teasing me. I want your teeth on me, on my nipples.”

  Groaning, he flipped me onto my back and, in a flash, his mouth was clenching onto my nipple, which had become even more sensitive since I became pregnant. I could only explain the sensation streaming through me as a bolt of lightning, an electric current running through my veins. The combination of biting and sucking overwhelmed me and I arched my back, needing more, but not knowing how much more I could take.

  He pulled back and his eyes met mine, a wild and untamed look about them. The room was eerily silent, the only sound that of my racing heart and uneven breathing.

  “More,” I murmured.

  “What?” he asked coyly.

  “Tyler…” I ran my hand up and down his arm softly at first before wrapping my fingers around his nape, tugging him down toward me. “I said I want more. Don’t hold back. Give me all of you. Every side of you. I want them all right now.”

  “Mackenzie, I…” He tore his eyes from mine, his gaze settling on my stomach.

  “Tyler,” I continued, cupping his face in my hands. “I’m not going to break. Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean you have to be gentle with me.” Running my fingers through his dark, messy hair, I craned my neck and nibbled on his earlobe. “Sometimes I want it rough. And Tyler?”

  He pulled back, staring at me with his mouth slightly agape.

  “Right now, I want it rough.”

  A small smile spread across my lips when I felt him harden between my legs. He swallowed hard before prying himself from the trap my legs had ensnared him in.

  “Flip over,” he ordered, his harsh tone making me almost breathless. “Get on your hands and knees.”

  Without a moment’s hesitation, I followed his demand, adjusting my body into the position he requested. His hand traveled across my shoulder blades, his touch light. I shivered, ready to fall apart from the anticipation.

  “You said you wanted it rough?”

  “Yes, Tyler.”

  Before I could wrap my head around what was happening, he was behind me, slamming into me. I screamed out as he groaned, his tempo relentless.

  “Is this what you want?” he ground out through his labored breaths.

  My legs were already jelly. I leaned my head on the pillow, attempting to steady myself when it felt as if the world was spinning in the most amazing, mind-blowing way.

  “Harder,” I bellowed, meeting his pace thrust for thrust. A hard slap resonated against my ass and I screamed out in unyielding pleasure, confident I was going to come from the sharp contact alone.

  “Again,” I begged. The combination of intense euphoria from him inside me and that roughness in which he loved me lit me on fire. I needed more, so much more. I needed all of him in ways I never thought possible, my world spinning as I tried to make sense of what was going through my head. I wanted to cry, scream, laugh, yell.

  Grunting, Tyler reeled back and landed another blow on my other cheek. I continued to meet his rhythm, my pace only increasing with each punishing slap of his hand. I couldn’t remember ever being so turned on, so ready to fall over the edge with another person. I never let anyone see this side of me before. I never knew I had this side to me before. And that was what love should be. Love was finding that one person who made you laugh, cry, smile, hope, crave, want, lust, and grow. I had that with Tyler and I refused to let it go. I knew I would do everything to keep this man at my side… My beautiful, caring, selfless mystery man.

  Sweat prickled my brow as I was lost in the sensation of Tyler’s body giving me exactly what I wanted and needed. Gasping, I fought for air, knowing I was about to unravel. Tyler sensed it, as well, and found my nipple, squeezing it between his fingers, delicately nibbling on my shoulder blade.

  “I love you, Serafina,” he whispered in his raspy morning voice, his declaration setting me off.

  My screams echoed through the bedroom and I didn’t know how even the thickest of soundproofing could muffle them. Waves of intense pleasure continued to roll through me, my body clenching as Tyler moaned through his own release.

  Wrapping his arm around me to support me, he kept me upright when I felt as if I was ready to fall. He trailed a finger down my spine and I giggled.

  “Rough is fun,” I commented.

  He helped lower me back onto the bed and pulled my body against his. I settled into the crook of his embrace, running my fingers through his chest hair. This moment was perfect as he caressed me, wiping the sweat off my forehead.

  “I’m a big fan,” he agreed.

  “Oh, yeah?”

  “Oh, yeah,” he responded, a devilish grin on his face. “Let’s do more of that.”

  “Right now?” I asked in disbelief, shooting out of his embrace to see he was already hard again. He began stroking himself and I shook my head. “You’re an animal.” I leaned in and softly placed my lips on his.

  “Only for y
ou.”

  Gently, he positioned me on my back and took his time entering me, flexing toward me and withdrawing with an air of absolute reverence. I wrapped my arms around his neck and stared into his eyes as he made love to me, giving me all of him once more.

  ~~~~~~~~~~

  “HAVE YOU HEARD ANYTHING yet?” Tyler asked after I sat down at the kitchen island. Seeing his eager eyes, I hated giving him the same answer I had for the past several weeks.

  At my last meeting with my dad back in August, I had asked him to meet with Tyler. I wasn’t sure how he would react, whether he would think Tyler was using me again, but that wasn’t it at all. He seemed torn. Part of him wanted to jump at the opportunity to finally put this chapter of his life behind him. The other part of him was cautious, worrying whether this was a trap we were both blind to. In the end, he told me he would think about it and asked for time to look into a few things of his own before making up his mind. I had no idea what he needed to look into, but Tyler was optimistic he hadn’t turned him down flat.

  But now that a month had gone by with no communication, both of us were a bit on edge. This was the most time that had ever passed with no mention in the weekly bulletin I received of a mass being said in honor of a member of my family.

  “Not yet,” I responded, trying to remain cheerful as I raised the cup of decaf to my lips. “But I’m sure I’ll hear something from him any day now.”

  “You’re positive he hasn’t sent anything?” he asked, crossing his arms, stretching the fabric of his gray t-shirt. His eyes bore into mine, as if trying to figure out whether I was telling him the truth.

  “Yes, I’m sure,” I spat out, irritated at his insinuation. “Unlike some people in this room, I’m actually truthful with those I care about.”

  A vein on his neck became engorged and his face reddened a bit, one of the tell-tale signs he wasn’t happy. Then a defeated look washed over him and he sighed, his stature dropping. “I deserve that.”

  He turned back around to finish cooking breakfast, making me feel guilty. Over the last few months, he had tried so hard to do everything to bury the past and only look toward our future, but every time he questioned my own truthfulness, I threw it back in his face, reopening the wound I was sure he wanted to heal.