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claimed your body, Ian? How I held you down and sank into your flesh?
Ian shivered at the memory of the other man s shaft spearing him. Nothing in his life had prepared
him for the intensity of that experience and he d jacked off as he remembered their actions every
night, even as he traveled.
Grinning, Roark crooned, I can see that you do. Soon, you will do the same to me. You will fill me
with your fluids and mark me as your own.
Groaning, Ian s shaft twitched beneath his kilt at Roark s words. He gulped in a breath and managed
to say, Ye know, this meal will keep.
Roark cocked his head, a smile curving the corner of his mouth. Aye?
Nodding, Ian lowered his free hand to his throbbing shaft and pressed the heel of his hand against the
engorged flesh. Even through the layers of fabric making up his kilt, it felt amazing, but not enough.
Now. Want ye now, he gasped, unable to deny the raging desire roaring through his veins.
His lover stood. As Ian watched, the scales that looked like leather leggings melted away to reveal his
dragon s jutting erection. The tip gleamed in the firelight, already wet from his juices. Ian panted at
the sight, and he wondered what that drop would taste like on his tongue.
Roark held out his hand. Come, Ian, he growled throatily. Show me what s under that kilt.
Ian took Roark s hand, only too happy to comply. As Roark led Ian to the nest of blankets, he
unwrapped Ian s kilt, allowing the folds to drop to the cavern floor. They settled onto the blankets,
limbs wrapped around each other, hands stroking flesh, and Ian knew he d never get enough. He d do
anything for his dragon s touch.
About the Author
Charlie lives on a mini ranchette in Utah with her husband and furry, four-legged children. She
started writing fantasy when she was eight, and after stumbling onto her first erotic romance at age
nineteen, she realized her true calling. She now focuses on writing erotic romance, normally of the
paranormal variety, with heroes and heroines of all kinds. You can often find her curled up with her
laptop and a cup of tea or glass of wine, creating her next adventure. Charlie enjoys exploring the
mountains on horseback, 4-wheeler, or motorcycle. Her favorite exercise is jumping lessons with her
Arabian gelding Apache or her Thoroughbred mare Repo. And she can t get enough of sexy
highlanders with their kilts and swords. Right now, she and her muse are working with dedication on
her Wolves of Stone Ridge series and Kontra s Menagerie series.
She can be reached at ch.richards2010@yahoo.com Or visit her at www.charlie-richards.com [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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claimed your body, Ian? How I held you down and sank into your flesh?
Ian shivered at the memory of the other man s shaft spearing him. Nothing in his life had prepared
him for the intensity of that experience and he d jacked off as he remembered their actions every
night, even as he traveled.
Grinning, Roark crooned, I can see that you do. Soon, you will do the same to me. You will fill me
with your fluids and mark me as your own.
Groaning, Ian s shaft twitched beneath his kilt at Roark s words. He gulped in a breath and managed
to say, Ye know, this meal will keep.
Roark cocked his head, a smile curving the corner of his mouth. Aye?
Nodding, Ian lowered his free hand to his throbbing shaft and pressed the heel of his hand against the
engorged flesh. Even through the layers of fabric making up his kilt, it felt amazing, but not enough.
Now. Want ye now, he gasped, unable to deny the raging desire roaring through his veins.
His lover stood. As Ian watched, the scales that looked like leather leggings melted away to reveal his
dragon s jutting erection. The tip gleamed in the firelight, already wet from his juices. Ian panted at
the sight, and he wondered what that drop would taste like on his tongue.
Roark held out his hand. Come, Ian, he growled throatily. Show me what s under that kilt.
Ian took Roark s hand, only too happy to comply. As Roark led Ian to the nest of blankets, he
unwrapped Ian s kilt, allowing the folds to drop to the cavern floor. They settled onto the blankets,
limbs wrapped around each other, hands stroking flesh, and Ian knew he d never get enough. He d do
anything for his dragon s touch.
About the Author
Charlie lives on a mini ranchette in Utah with her husband and furry, four-legged children. She
started writing fantasy when she was eight, and after stumbling onto her first erotic romance at age
nineteen, she realized her true calling. She now focuses on writing erotic romance, normally of the
paranormal variety, with heroes and heroines of all kinds. You can often find her curled up with her
laptop and a cup of tea or glass of wine, creating her next adventure. Charlie enjoys exploring the
mountains on horseback, 4-wheeler, or motorcycle. Her favorite exercise is jumping lessons with her
Arabian gelding Apache or her Thoroughbred mare Repo. And she can t get enough of sexy
highlanders with their kilts and swords. Right now, she and her muse are working with dedication on
her Wolves of Stone Ridge series and Kontra s Menagerie series.
She can be reached at ch.richards2010@yahoo.com Or visit her at www.charlie-richards.com [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]