A soft gasp escaped Naomi when he leaned over her, tracing along the trail of syrup with his tongue.
“Mm, you taste so good,” he said roughly.
In response, Naomi giggled breathlessly. “That’s because you got maple syrup all over me,” she chided. “Come on, we should shower.”
“Wait,” he said, giving her a wicked grin as he took hold of her hips with his hands.
He held her pressed down into the bed as she giggled again. He could feel her delight coming through the mate bond.
With another smirk, he bent down and licked straight over a nipple. This time, it won him a soft moan.
“No syrup there,” she protested breathlessly. “Seriously, you got it all.”
“Are you sure?” He drew her nipple into his mouth once more, his fingers drawing up and down her sides. Her nipple was hard now, and he gently tormented the little bud with his tongue until she was squirming beneath him, her skin warm and flushed.
“Very sure,” she gasped, looking up at him with her hair adorably tousled and her eyes wide with pleasure.
“I think there’s some more here,” he teased, and then licked downward, releasing her nipple at last.
Naomi exhaled a trembling breath. He could feel her fingers in his hair, gently petting—and then he licked down even further south, and Naomi tensed.
Her fingers released his hair, grabbing hold of the sheet just in time before he’d reached her wet folds. As he licked slowly and teasingly at the hot, dripping skin, she arched against him with a desperate whimper.
“Gregory,” she moaned.
He laughed softly. “Hold still. Let me do this. Let me see you as you come apart. You’ve no idea how gorgeous you are.”
Her thighs spread wide for him. The scent of her desire was heady, rousing the dragon inside him. This was his mate, his treasure, his one and only. He wanted to give her pleasure until she was moaning his name continuously, until the bond between them was overflowing with her ecstasy.
Slowly, he slipped a finger inside her. She was so wet he could have eas
ily added a second. Instead, he crooked it a little, gently sliding in and out while her thighs began to tremble against his shoulders.
More liquid was dripping from her, and her fingers were clenching around the sheets as she moaned his name.
She sounded completely overwhelmed—but Gregory wasn’t done yet.
Hungrily, he licked around the little pearl of her clit, laving it with attention while Naomi squirmed, tightening around his fingers.
Now, at last, he added a second finger, feeling her open for him easily. Her entire body was as taut as a bow as he kept sliding in and out, keeping the pressure focused on the spot that made her moan so deliriously.
Her skin was damp with perspiration. He could feel the pulse of her heart, a steady throb that came through the bond between them, filled with a need that threatened to overwhelm him.
Still he resisted. This wasn’t about him. His own need could wait. First—first he wanted to pleasure his mate until she fell apart at his touch, flooding the mate bond with her ecstasy.
“Gregory—please,” she gasped, arching towards him.
Gregory’s dragon spread his wings inside him, power, need and desire rushing through him with irresistible force.
He fastened his mouth over Naomi’s clit—and then he sucked, his fingers still stroking her, right there at the burning, innermost core of her.
Her orgasm rushed through them both like an explosion.
He could hear her cry out, her inner walls tightening around his fingers with pulse after pulse of pleasure. Through the bond, ecstasy flooded, a pleasure so strong that it almost hurt.
It came with the force of a hurricane, washing all thought away until the only thing left was the awareness of his mate: the heat of her skin, the honey-warm scent of her desire, the overwhelming love and pleasure that came rushing through the bond in wave after wave.
Dimly, he was still aware of his own, throbbing erection—but there’d be time for that later. They had all the time in the world now.