Tabula Rasa (Dragon Erotica): Sleeping Dragons #2 by Ophelia Bell Page A

Eben nestled his face in the cleft between her thighs, fastening his lips against her slick folds. The wet heat of his mouth always startled her at first, hotter even than the flesh he latched onto. But shortly she lost herself in the sensations. He plunged his tongue deep inside her, sliding it in and back out in a languid thrust. The licks grew slower and longer with each pass, slipping up higher and swirling around and around her clit that already throbbed thickly with arousal.
    Each curling tease of his tongue sent little jolts of pleasure through her body, bringing her nearly to the edge before he stopped. She braced herself for the next step and wasn’t disappointed. Rising higher on his knees, he latched on to one nipple, sucking until she gasped and arched her back. He worshiped the other in kind, swirling his tongue around her areola once before pulling the pink tip between his lips. When both nipples were thoroughly attended and aching from his attention, he took her face between his large hands, gazing deeply into her eyes.
    “Take me in, baby. Let me fuck your tight, virgin pussy.”
    She spread her legs wider, inviting his thick shaft into her. The sharp pain of tearing flesh came first, followed by the exquisite pressure of him filling her. Her virginity was ever present, undeniable even in these nocturnal interludes, so she used it as an anchor. It made the dream seem all the more real.
    It never took long after that. He would fuck her soundly, whispering all the most suggestive things he planned to do to her, and within a few minutes they would both be crying out each other’s names while they came.
    Camille would awaken, replete and glowing with satisfaction. She would spend the rest of the day in a happy buzz, not fazed in the least by the petty annoyances of their expedition, or even Eben’s generally circumspect attitude toward her.
    Except this dream changed. When they were at that cusp and her impending climax began to grip her, an unfamiliar voice spoke through Eben’s lips, the words exuding a power that tickled inside her eardrums.
    “It is not yet time, my flower. To have him you must awaken one of mine first. You must give your virgin gift to my brood to get your heart’s desire.”
    She awakened with a frustrated groan. Not time yet? Then she remembered her revelation earlier that evening. The ritual would keep any human in the temple from finding sexual satisfaction unless they were offering it to a dragon. What did they call it? Their Nirvana?
    Apparently the Queen had reprimanded her in her dreams just now. Camille wasn’t sure if she should feel special or not, knowing they needed her in particular to ensure the ritual’s completion.
    Right now, she was just incredibly frustrated, her body tingling still with Eben’s imagined touch. It may have been the lack of release, but she wanted him so badly she could taste it.
    During their journey, she’d tried to come up with ways to seduce him. Each day she’d tried to find moments when he would be alone. She would start to go to him, just to talk, but always ended up paralyzed by indecision and anxiety over taking that first step. Still, she knew she wanted him to be her first.
    The difficulty was compounded by the fact that he and Erika had slept together nearly every night of their trip and didn’t do a whole lot in the way of disguising the fact.
    But not every night, Camille reminded herself. Not the night before we arrived here. That gave her a shred of hope, as did the subtle looks she sometimes caught him throwing her way.
    She would just have to find him. There was a ritual to carry out. A sex ritual if she’d interpreted the etchings around the throne correctly. She imagined convincing him to assist with her part of it. Help me find a dragon to— To what? Give her virginity to? That thought brought her up short. If she were going to be part of the ritual, Eben wouldn’t be her first after all. But to have him there with her,