Romance: Bought by the Dragon: BBW Dragon Shifter Romance Standalone (Paranormal Romance) (Studly Shifters Book 2) Read Online Free Page B

Romance: Bought by the Dragon: BBW Dragon Shifter Romance Standalone (Paranormal Romance) (Studly Shifters Book 2)
Book: Romance: Bought by the Dragon: BBW Dragon Shifter Romance Standalone (Paranormal Romance) (Studly Shifters Book 2) Read Online Free
Author: Ashley Hunter
Tags: Romance, Fantasy, Paranormal, Vampires, Ghosts, Demons & Devils, Angels, Werewolves & Shifters, Witches & Wizards
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nodded. “How can you be shy? You sold yourself off!”
    She almost cried right then, her lips trembling as she stared up at him. I didn’t. I swear I didn’t. I wish I could tell you the truth, but your father will imprison me for the rest of my life if I say one word!
    Taran blinked, and tilted his head slightly. “You are here of your free will, aren’t you?”
    She barely held herself together then, her breath shaking in her throat. No! No, I’m not. Please don’t do this to me. I don’t want my first time to be like this! And they said you don’t want someone who is here against her will. Help me! But she couldn’t say a single thing aloud. She didn’t dare. She forced a tiny nod.
    He shrugged, then. “No point in being shy, anyway. This isn’t exactly a white wedding, I suspect.”
    Her anguish swelled up again and she started trembling. Yes it is. That’s what makes this all the more horrible. You think I’m some money-grabbing whore opening her legs to you because it will profit me. But I’ve barely even been kissed, and now you’re...you’re going to….
    He started nuzzling her neck, running his tongue over her skin and then nipping gently at her pulse point. It should have felt good. Her body responded as if it did, shivering and arching, her mouth making a little sound of pleasure...but she seemed to stand outside herself, numbly apart from the sensations.
    His hands slid over her skin, exploring every part of her now that she was bare: her back, her thighs, her breasts again, kneading and caressing. He would not kiss her; didn’t even try. She stared at the underside of the canopy, feeling her body jerk and tremble in response to his attentions.
    Her hands clung to muscled shoulders that she would have happily caressed if only...if only they were there willing, if only this wasn’t being forced...on both of them. That reason alone kept her from hating him as he reached down to unbuckle his belt and slide off his breeches.
     
    He was huge, she realized with a little jolt of fear: even half-erect, what brushed against the inside of her thigh was as big around as her wrist. His breath had gone heavy and shaky, and he reached down to caress her mound with his long fingers, kneading and rubbing. She heard a soft moan come from her lips, but she was still numb from the neck down. Her responses were nothing but reflex.
    He took his time with her, rolling her over on the bed, nipping and tonguing his way up and down her spine, running his teeth against her hips, kneading her ass while making small appreciative sounds.
    The sunlight started to slant and redden more and more, then faded entirely, leaving them in near darkness. Candles flickered on his bed-stand, lighting his face and catching in his shimmering eyes as he tried to ready her body for him dispassionately, but instead slowly gave in to naked and unapologetic lust.
    At least one of us will enjoy this, she thought bleakly as she felt his now fully erect organ throbbing against her. I hope it doesn’t hurt too much.
     
    He was moaning low in his throat by now, having restrained himself for hours until his lust overcame his own resistance. Maybe he was thinking of other women; this Andrea, for example. As he parted her thighs with his hands and positioned herself over her, she tried her best to relax. Relax and comply. He can’t last long after all of that. It will be over with soon. Maybe I’ll even be lucky and get pregnant on the first try.
    But even as he started to push in on her, a sudden wave of anguish and despair undid her, and her eyes brimmed over, tears spilling down the side of her face.
    He froze, the haze of lust clearing from his eyes. “You’re...crying?”
    She tried to stop herself. Thought of everything she could: that this would be done with soon, that she could go home eventually, that she could then hack off her aunt’s head with a butcher knife. But the shock on his face undid her, and she started to sob.
    His
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