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submission...before he lost his mind.
    Her hands spread over his chest and he sucked in a breath. She didn’t push him away, though. Instead, she touched him. Stroked those soft little hands over his shoulders in exploration. Her lips parted and he sank between them with a groan. She tasted of sin and seduction—every wet dream he’d ever had combined with a happily ever after he’d never thought would be his.
    Her whimper was lost under his lips. His hands smoothed down her lush figure, worshipping her curves as he slid his tongue deep to tangle with hers. Her little moans and wriggles would drive him insane. He needed more. Much more.
    Lips still on hers, he walked her backward until her legs hit the side of the bed. Holding her close, he tumbled them both to the soft surface. A twist controlled the fall and ensured she sprawled over his body.
    “Fuck...you feel fantastic,” he groaned, spreading his hands over her luscious hips as she straddled him. As if sensing the heat of her pussy so close, his hips thrust upward, grinding his hard cock against her mound. “Feel that, baby girl? Feel what you do to me?”
    He lay back on the bed and looked up at her. How the fuck had he gotten so lucky? She was absolutely gorgeous. Dark hair tumbled over her shoulders and her lips were full and pouty, swollen from his kisses. His attention headed down and his cock jerked savagely.
    He was a dragon, not the gentlest of creatures, and he’d never been into skinny women. Curves...a little cushion for the pushin’... that’s what got him hot. And River’s body? Supernova, baby.
    He smoothed his hands upward, over the wide hips, the nipped in waist and up to her full breasts, barely contained in her blouse. Already he could see the buttons gaping, allowing him a glimpse of her body. Clever little things. Her skirt was tatters, leaving her itty bitty little panties in his way. He wanted to tear them off. With his teeth.
    “Undress,” he ordered, rubbing his thumbs over the outline of her nipples under the fabric. “I want to see what’s mine.”
    Her breath caught, a delightful little sound of arousal he decided he’d never get tired of hearing. River began to undo the buttons. Slowly. He spied the little quirk of her lips and hid his grin. Little witch wanted to play, did she? He’d play. But like he said—his way.
    Watching each button give, he slid his hands up her thighs. And around. The fine tremble in her hands as she undid the last button gave away how aware she was of his touch.
    “Take it off.” His orders were little more than barks but she didn’t seem to mind.
    Not when he slid his hand between her thighs to cup her mound. The heat of her core was damp against his fingers, her panties soaked. As she slid the shirt from her shoulders, he pushed the satin aside. A slide of his fingers through slick pussy lips drew another gasp from her and she swayed.
    “The bra.” His gaze was riveted on the sensual delights about to be revealed to him, but that didn’t mean his hand was idle. Stroking back and forth, he gathered the evidence of her arousal and slid it upward to smooth over her clit.
    Teeth mangling her lower lip, she tried to undo the bra, but the catch wouldn’t give. He rubbed more, circling her clit, then stroking over it. He distracted her enough that her hands fumbled again and her hips rocked against him. It wasn’t fair but he didn’t care. She was his, and he intended to make sure she never looked at another man again.
    “You like that, huh?” he growled, stroking her clit again. “How about this?”
    He slid a finger deeply into the welcoming grip of her body. She moaned, dropping her head back as he finger-fucked her in long strokes… he added a second finger.
    “Yeah…” he smiled as she rode his hand. “You like that. Let me help you, baby girl.”
    Reaching up, he manifested a claw long enough to slice the stubborn bra strap. The underwear fell away, releasing her breasts to his view