Dragonlord: The Sun [Tarot Series] [MultiFormat]
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eBook by Viola Grace
eBook Category: Erotica/Erotic Fantasy/Humor
eBook Description: Marcus is searching for an old friend in a tiny village. Antoine has been murdered but his daughter is still alive and well. Lia has taken over her deceased husband's job as the village smith and is unprepared to meet another dragon, which is why she doesn't recognize him as one when she meets him. He offers her a chance to start a new life and she decides to take him up on it. Little does she realize that this is her second chance at life, love, children and finding a man to stand up to her. With all the subtlety of his species, he sets out to claim her as his own as swiftly as he can. He does one heck of a job. Join Lia with her Dragonlord for shape shifting fun, fights, and winged frolics.
eBook Publisher: eXtasy eBooks, Published: extasybooks.com, 2006
Fictionwise Release Date: January 2007
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He slowly stroked down her neck with both hands, traveling slowly, so as not to startle her. His hands came to rest on her breasts, and they began a gentle, teasing massage, circling the soft flesh and working their way to her nipples, but not quite touching them. He kept up his ministrations until she was arching under his hands, and her nipples were standing erect. Marcus suddenly bent his head, and enveloped the tip of one breast with his mouth, bringing a gentle and then fierce suction to bear on the tender flesh.
Lia moaned, lost in this feeling that she had been denied, both by grief and fear. Grief for her husband, and her lost time with him, and fear that in another man's arms she could forget him.
Marcus raised his head and brought his mouth to hers, his tongue thrusting inside to duel with hers. His hands returned to their worship of her breasts, and she began to undulate her hips in a rhythm that she had almost forgotten.
In response to her growing fire, Marcus began to drag one hand down her body to rest between her thighs. She arched her hips into his hand, and he needed no further urging. His long fingers delved between her spreading thighs, and sought the secret entrance therein. He sucked in his breath at her wetness and heat, her obvious readiness for him. But continued to caress her, knowing that it would ease their joining if he had prepared her first.
He slipped one and then two fingers into her, enjoying her gasp and small cry of pleasure. Setting a rhythm to his thrusting fingers, he removed his other hand from its pleasurable pursuit at her breast, and brought it down to the small bundle of nerves buried in her heat, circling it with his thumb. As her moans of pleasure changed in pitch and frequency, he redoubled his efforts and speed and was rewarded with her gasping cry as she came.