Dragonfyre by Donna Grant Page B

unlace his breeches.
    His hands covered hers, stilling her fingers. Slowly, he pulled her to her feet. Kyndra’s hands braced against his chest as his fingers caressed her sides. The hunger in his gaze only fanned the flames of her desire. Her eyes closed when his hands cupped either side of her face.
    “So beautiful,” he whispered. “It hurts just to look at you.” He kissed her jaw, her cheek before placing his lips on her. His tongue flicked out and licked her lips. She wanted a deeper kiss, but he pulled away. Fearing that he might have changed his mind, Kyndra’s eyes flew open to find him removing his breeches. Her lips parted in awe as she stared at his cock that sprung free.
    She wanted to touch it, to learn every inch of him. But when she took a step to him, Aimery clasped her hands in his. Her back hit the wood of the door as he lifted her arms above her head, their fingers intertwining. He nuzzled her neck, his tongue and lips doing delicious things to her body.
    “I’m dreaming,” he said.
    “Nay. This is real.” Any more words were halted when he ground his hips against her.
    The feel of his rod against her, free from any clothes, was more delectable than she could have imagined. He slanted his mouth over hers, taking her in a kiss that sizzled with need and an unquenchable hunger.
    Her knees buckled from the force of the desire humming through her, but Aimery was quick to catch her. He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed. She stared into his eyes, wishing the night would never end.
    The cool linen of the sheets met her heated skin. Dimly, she heard the strains of the music below, as if reminding her of its heady pull. Aimery’s flaxen hair fell across her breasts as he leaned over her. Kyndra plunged her hands into the silky mass and sighed.
    The first touch of his hands on her breasts made her gasp. When he circled her aching nipples with his thumb, heightening her pleasure, she moaned, begging for more. And then his lips closed over a tiny bud.
    A strangled cry of rapture passed through her lips. While his tongue and mouth suckled one nipple, his fingers teased and tweaked her other. The throbbing of her sex intensified, urging her to seek more. She shifted her hips, grinding against him. The explosion of pleasure that one movement caused had her doing it again and again, each time the throbbing grew, consuming her.
    Aimery was in heaven. Kyndra’s beautiful, soft body was beneath his, her moans of ecstasy ringing in his ears. He shifted from one nipple to the other, feasting upon her tender, delectable flesh. Each time she raised her hips to him, he fought to keep from sinking into her heat. She was everything he had ever wanted, ever dared to dream about. He wanted her first time to be something she would never forget, something she could look back on with fondness, even if she despised him. For Aimery knew, despite her words, she would hate him.
    He would have this one night to relive in his dreams for the rest of his life. And he intended to make it a night never be forgotten.
    Aimery ran his hand over her flat stomach to the soft flare of her hips. His fingers parted the dark curls of her sex before he caressed her sensitive flesh. She moaned when his finger touched her pearl, and he smiled.
    He glanced up at her to see her eyes closed and her lips parted. Her pulse beat wildly at her neck as her chest rose and fell rapidly. He groaned when he felt how wet she was and slipped a finger inside her.
    His cock jumped when she arched her back and whispered his name. Her arms fell to her side and she fisted the blanket in her hands. Aimery’s blood pounded in his ears as he fought the rush of longing. He kissed the spot between her breasts and licked down her stomach before nipping at her navel. She hissed in a breath.
    Aimery settled between her legs and kissed first one hip then the other before he turned his attention to her sex. She opened her legs for him when he pushed them