Sapphamire by Alice Brown, Lady V

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    Arms braced on both sides of her head, he began. “You are my mate. I should have told you this the first day you showed up in my office, but I wanted to wait until you felt a bit more comfortable around here and around me.”
    So far, Natasha had not heard anything life altering. Why was he hesitating? He quickly continued on.
    “Baby, when we make love, I am probably going to mark you. It is the way of the dragon. You need to understand what that involves. I will release Sapphamire partially, enough for him to give me the breath of fire. When I bite down on you, please don’t fight me. Your skin on your shoulder, from what I have been told, will feel like it is on fire for a moment, and then the tattoo of my dragon will appear.”
    She cocked her head and looked at him for a long moment. “Is that it? Did you think that was going to make me run away screaming?”
    Blain chuckled. He should have known she would look at it as she had everything else thrown her way, like it was no big deal. Except, for him, it was a big deal. Mating meant forever. There were no do-overs in the “other” world. There was no divorce, no separation, once joined. And the term “death-till-you-part” took on a whole new meaning within the “other” world.
    He leaned down and claimed her lips, pouring every ounce of emotion into that kiss. Breaking off a moment later, Blain glanced down at her kiss-swollen lips, lightly running the pad of his thumb across her bottom lip. “I just don’t want any regrets, baby. You know as well as I do that mating is forever.”
    “And I have been taught since a very early age to trust in a true mating, that Mother Nature never steers us wrong.”
    Wrapping his massive arms around her, Blain asked, “Oh, baby, where have you been all of my life?” He leaned down and nipped her chin, then trailed his tongue down her throat and allowed it to skate between her breasts. He stopped there and turned his head, first licking and lightly nipping at one budded nipple, and then the other. From there, he moved downward, down to that sweet spot of hers that had smelled like pure ambrosia for days. He scooted down in the bed, spreading her legs further apart to accommodate his wide shoulders as he went.
    “Ah, you smell divine, sweetheart.” He took a long leisurely lick up her pussy, coating his tongue in her juices as he went. And that was the last coherent thought he had.
    He flicked that little bundle of nerves a few times before sliding his tongue down to her hole. Allowing a minimal shift, he wiggled his now-forked and very long tongue into her hole, slurping up all of her juices as he went. He continued to work his tongue in and out of her little hole, gaining more ground each time he went. His tongue along with the end of his nose was covered in her juices.
    He shifted his tongue back to human form and headed up to her clit. Flicking it quickly back and forth, he waited for just a moment, knowing she was getting close.
    “Blain, oh, Blain…” she panted out, feeling her orgasm build from somewhere deep inside her, building as it went, until it was all-consuming. Then Blain stuck two fingers deep inside her, and she saw stars dancing before her eyes. She clamped down on his two fingers, riding them continuously as her orgasm ripped through her.
    He brought her down slowly, slowly lapping up the remainder of her juices. He then slid up her body sharing her taste with her in a deep kiss. He lined his throbbing dick up with her hole, but knowing that he was on the large side, and she was on the small side, had him trying to take it as slow for her as possible.
    The further he sunk into her warm, moist heat, the tighter she squeezed his cock. It was as if his dick was wrapped in a moist, hot, tight-fitting glove that was made just for him. He began pulling out, and then slowly sinking back in, gaining ground each time. He stopped for just a moment when he was fully seated inside her. He glanced