Unleashed: Dixon's Dragon Mafia by Annie Rae

Author:Annie Rae [Rae, Annie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rae of Romance
Published: 2021-11-03T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Abigail

Jumping off the biggest ledge of my life, I attack Kris’s lips with a power I didn’t know I possessed. He catches my weight mid-leap, bracing under my hips as our passions collide. It’s a clumsy mashing of mouths. Me in his arms, practically climbing Kris’s muscular frame like a koala latched onto a stalk of bamboo. My hands grasp his rock-hard shoulders, hanging on for dear life.

Kris’s passion takes over, slamming my back into the wall behind me. His grip anchors my hips, though I wiggle, desperate to be closer. The electricity zinging across my skin is like nothing I’ve ever felt, burning me from the inside out with longing. If I could smother myself in Kris’s scent, in his heat, that itself would soothe the crazy desire flowing through my veins.

When I scratch my nails into the short hairs at the back of Kris’s head, reveling in the buzzed texture, he growls and my core floods with arousal. I cherish this freedom to touch, to explore the finely tuned muscle straining Kris’s shoulders. With Kris vibrating under my hands, I feel powerful. As our kiss heats, Kris’s tongue dives deeper, tasting. Stroking teasing touches before withdrawing to nip at my lower lip.

It’s heaven. It’s hell. It’s complete torture.

My power slips after that knockout kiss. The hormones overwhelm, flooding my body until a keening moan fills the room, the sound needy and frenzied. It triggers something inside Kris, a snarl my only warning before he takes control and strides forward, pinning my arms to the wall under one of his massive hands.

I whine at losing my ability to touch, but the confinement doesn’t feel like earlier. For the second time tonight, I’m trapped against a wall, except I fought Red’s revolting touch. With Kris, I’m frustrated, fighting because I can’t pull him closer.

“Kris…” I plead, moaning to the ceiling.

A smile softens his features as his head dips, that wicked mouth resting just below my ear and inhaling my scent with a sigh. My breath stutters, waiting. Who needs oxygen? All it takes is one erotic lick to my pulse point to light an inferno in my blood. Kris’s free hand trails down my arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps that have me writhing in Kris’s much larger presence, craving his closeness.

Everything about the man overwhelms my senses… his hands, his voice, that masculine scent of fresh soap and aged leather, with something else entirely unique to Kris. Around him, my world lights up, vivid and bright, threatening to seize my lungs. The effect short-circuits my nerve endings, amplifying everything. Like the stark contrast of cool sheetrock to my scalding skin. It prickles and I gasp for air.

“Easy, baby. Easy,” Kris says, his voice hoarse. One callused hand strokes my jaw, his thumb bracing my chin up, understanding what I need without my asking. His expression teeters between giving in and riding the roller coaster of passion between us and protecting me by controlling it.

Guess which one is going to piss me off.

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