Revealing Ruby by Lavinia Kent Page B

thinking how alive both you and your dragon seemed.”
    “So he’s mine again?”
    “For the moment. I have always wanted to slay a dragon, although yours does seem to rise again. Perhaps he is, in fact, a phoenix. Should I see if he bursts into flame?”
    She gave him one last smile, and then rounded her lips about the head of his cock, drawing the helmet deep.
    His only answer was a long, drawn-out groan.
    Her lips tightened about him as her tongue darted out to press against the pulsing vein that ran along the lower side.
    Another groan. “God, it’s better than I imagined—and my imagination painted quite the picture.”
    She pulled back enough that she could speak. “Do you mean when I came upon you in the shower bath?”
    “How did you know?”
    “Your focus at the time was as much on my lips as on my breasts. It was not so hard to guess.” She moved her lips back, relaxing her throat to take him deep.
    “Ahhh.” It was hard to tell if it was an answer or only the response to her actions. Tensing all the muscles of her mouth and throat, she sucked hard, stroking along the underside of his cock with her tongue, her every sense attuned to his smallest movement. Pulling back, she breathed deep, filling her lungs with much-needed air. Musk and man, was there a better scent anywhere?
    His fingers tangled in her hair, urging her forward again. She nipped with utmost care. In this moment she was master and it was best that he knew that. Slipping her tongue out, she laved the spot she had just nipped and then, sliding her lips about him again, caressed her way down his long length.
    Her mind filled with the image of him as he’d been when she first came upon him in the shower: lean, heavy muscles and damp, velvet skin. Picturing the expression on his face, she increased the tempo of her movements, replicating the long easy strokes she remembered. And then faster, faster, faster.
    She could hear him gasp. The fingers clasping her hair gripped and loosened and then gripped again. His whole body pulsed with need and she fed into it. Faster. Faster. Deeper. Harder.
    It was hard to breathe and she did not care.
    All that mattered was him, the taste, the smell, the feel. This was all about him and she relished it.
    When he’d been in her earlier she’d been too overcome by her own feelings to luxuriate in his. Now she could observe every detail of his response. He loved to go deep, to feel the caress of her throat along his whole length, but he also loved when she pulled back, playing about the head. Her tongue licked long strokes against the pulsing vein.
    “I can’t hold it any longer.” It was a gasp, a cry. His whole body locked tight and shuddered with effort, but she could feel it coming, feel the surge that worked its way from his base. She pressed farther, pushing herself and him to the extreme.
    His fingers dug into her hair, his hips lifted from the bed, his thighs rock hard about her—and then he let go. The cry ripped through the room, his body buckled and the stream of his seed spurted into her throat, filling her.
    She swallowed quickly, working her lips about him, bringing him higher.
    He cried again and then sank back upon the bed. His flesh still quivered beneath her touch as the extreme sensation left him.
    “God, that was incredible. You are incredible,” he said as he fell back, his fingers slipping from her hair.
    Settling back on her knees, Ruby filled her lungs, wiping sweat from her brow.
    That had been a powerful experience.
    Derek was so strong, so forceful, and for that moment he’d been hers, completely hers—and she had wanted nothing more than to bring him pleasure, satisfaction.
    She rose to standing, letting his shirt fall open about her.
    He was beautiful, reclined upon the bed, his eyes half-closed, his whole body relaxed, the white linen sheets tangled about his limbs, hiding nothing. Locking the image in her mind with the surety of paint upon canvas, she climbed up on the high