Dragon Warrior by Meagan Hatfield Read Free Book Online

his lips followed the trail his hand made.
    â€œI’ve wanted to do this since you healed me,” he murmured against her neck, his teeth playfully nipping and his lips lightly suckling.
    Sparrow smiled. “I thought you said you didn’t remember anything from that night?”
    He lifted his head briefly, a wicked glint in his hooded eyes before he dipped back down. “I lied,” he breathed in her ear.
    Hungry, his open mouth brushed along the column of her throat, tasting each new morsel of skin he uncovered until she lay beneath him naked, breathless and aching. The moment his lips touched hers again, Sparrow instantly rolled, flipping them so she sat astride him. Although part of her brain told her it was to avoid any problems with his new leg, deeper down, she liked being in control, feeling the power for once.
    Flattening her palms, she glided them over his contoured shoulders, down his sides. His massive body shuddered, and a strained growl vibrated in his throat. When her fingertips brushed the top of his sex, he broke the kiss.
    â€œAre you certain?” he panted. “We can still stop.”
    Sparrow cocked a brow at him, feeling a playful smile tug her lips. “Do you want me to stop?”
    â€œGods, no,” he replied, kicking his head back when she palmed the hard length of him again. She was a healer, she knew the specifics, knew what to expect. However, Sparrow hadn’t taken into account her own desire. Her own need. It vibrated from the inside out, demanding, hungry and seductive. The emotions overpowered her like a drug, shooting adrenaline and lust into her veins and casting any doubts or worries to the wind.
    â€œSparrow.” Kestrel uttered her name in a strained groan, rocking his hips into her hand, pressing himself against her. Driving need knotted her core, another flood of moisture pooling between her thighs, preparing herself for him.
    And she was ready.
    Positioning him upward toward her heat, Sparrow straddled his thighs and sank down a fraction of an inch. She gasped when the head of his shaft kissed her entrance. A blissful flutter quivered through her, setting liquid fire pooling in her core. Smiling in anticipation, she sank down farther, marveling in the feel of him filling her, stretching her. Large hands gripped her hips, stopping her descent.
    â€œGo slowly,” he breathed.
    Sparrow didn’t listen. It felt too good. She pressed further and again his fingers bit into the flesh of her hips, trying to stop her.
    â€œSlowly…” he ground out the word.
    Instead, she gave into the pleasure and thrust down hard. The soft flesh of her buttocks pressed against the hair of his thighs. A burning sting ripped through the lower half of her body. She winced. Her body stiffened.
    â€œSparrow, Sparrow,” Kestrel repeated, sitting up to wrap his arms around her back. At the movement, she sucked in a breath, her small body shuddering in his arms.
    Muttering a curse, Kestrel rolled her beneath him, lifting her legs to relieve as much pressure as he could.
    â€œDon’t move, Doc. Stay still. Breathe. Feel me.” He smoothed the hair from her face with one hand, bracing himself above her with the other.
    â€œI’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting…”
    â€œIt’s all right.” He started to ease out of her heat. The hands on his shoulders tightened.
    â€œDon’t leave me.”
    He stilled his hips, leaning over instead to kiss her temple, her closed eyelids, her cheek, behind her ear. “All right,” he whispered into one. “I won’t move.”
    Sparrow looked up at him and felt a frown tug her brow. Although he said it with a smile, the shakiness of his voice and sweat beading on his brow gave him away. She didn’t need to be an empath to know the blissful torture he suffered. She herself felt caught between acute pleasure and acute pain, and just needed her body to decide, one way or