"Joanna Wylde - Dragon's Mistress" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wylde Joanna)

against the cushions with a force sheтАЩd never dreamed was possible. Drake gave a low, harsh groan, and
then he was coming too. She could feel his hot seed pouring into her, filling her with his essence and
pummeling her internally. He fell down onto her, crushing her down into the cushions, and struggled for
breath.

She lay there, completely unaware of her surroundings for several moments. Then she felt him
rolling off to the side. He turned her toward him, pulling her up onto his chest as easily as he might move
a lifeless doll.

His pale skin was flushed, but his eyes were cool and dark. Assessing, even. He looked at her
without expression, and a chill came over her. He seemed to be unaffected by what had just happened
between them, as if this was no more than any other tumble between the sheets. She was dazed by the
experience, the power of her climaxes. Sex had been her business since sheтАЩd become a woman. How
was it that things would be so different with this man?

тАЬKiss me,тАЭ he whispered.

She dropped her lips to his with unfeigned enthusiasm. His lips were soft against hers, and
where before heтАЩd been the ravisher, the seducer, this time it was her turn. She nipped at them, allowing
her tongue to dart out and slip between his lips, then playfully retreat. She kissed him along his jaw line,
down his neck and against his powerful chest.

What had happened to his clothing? she wondered. He was naked now, yet she couldnтАЩt
remember him taking the time to undress. She was still wearing her gown, although it had been pushed to
her waist. She was naked beneath. His clothing was unimportant, though. All she cared about was
touching him.

She kissed along his chest, visiting each nipple and laving them with her tongue until they stood
in stiff peaks. One of his arms was draped casually over his head, and his eyes were closed. His
breathing was slow and regular now, and his look had softened into one of contentment.

She felt a stirring against her hip, and realized he was becoming aroused again. She dropped her
kisses lower, drifting across his stomach towards his manhood below, just starting to awaken again. He
stopped her, pulling her back up his body for another long kiss.

тАЬLetтАЩs go to my chamber,тАЭ he said, pulling her to her feet. He seemed to be completely
comfortable with his nudity, something she appreciated. She liked a man who was self-confident and
unashamed of his sexuality. The musicians and dancers had disappeared, leaving them alone in the dining
room.
 тАЬIтАЩm afraid I didnтАЩt take the time to enjoy the meal,тАЭ she said, smiling at him and feeling almost
shy. The sensation caught her off guard. When was the last time sheтАЩd felt shy? Yet with this man it felt as
if she were embarking on something new and wonderful. It was hardly the usual client encounter.

тАЬAre you hungry?тАЭ he asked, gesturing toward the table. тАЬWe can stay and finish if you like.тАЭ

тАЬIтАЩd rather go with you now,тАЭ she replied, allowing some of the longing he inspired in her to
touch her face.

He nodded, then took her hand and pulled her across the room. A door opened before them.
More guards, clad in black, carefully avoided watching them as they strode down the hallway. Another