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“Sounds sexy.” She stroked me again, and I snarled, too close to the edge.
“Mated dragons are codependent. If we sealed the bond, you’d go into heat every month. It would only last a day or two, but it would be excruciating if I didn’t fuck you through it. The magic would form a mental connection between us, too. We could communicate with our minds, no matter how far apart we were. For now, we can only do so while I’m in my dragon form.”
“But we’d never be far apart, right? Because you couldn’t fly without me?” she continued working my cock.
“Right. A dragon would never let his wings walk away from him for long.”
“Anything else?”
“I can’t fucking think anymore, Fireball.”
“Step closer, then.”
I didn’t hesitate to do so.
She sucked in a breath when my chest met hers, her soft breasts pressed against my thick muscles. I slipped my fingers into her hair, the way I’d wanted to since I saw the soft, wild strands.
“You did it again,” I growled. “The thing where you breathed in.”
“Because I’m attracted to you. Get over it, August.”
“Don’t think I can ever get over that.”
Her perfect body was pressed against mine as she stroked my cock, and it was too much.
I snarled, driving into her fist as I lost control. Her fingers dug into my shoulder as I moved against her, and she was breathing almost as fast as I was when my climax ended.
Her cheeks were flushed.
The smell of her desire was thick, despite the water falling behind me.
She wanted me.
I was still hard, and aching for her.
“Open your thighs and let me see how you touch yourself,” I ordered, chest rising and falling harshly.
I needed to watch her unravel like I needed to breathe.
Her face flushed, but she parted her legs.
I released her hair and sank to my knees, leveling my gaze with her hot, slick core.
Her expression grew a little self-conscious, and she started closing her legs again—but I caught her knees, holding them where they were. “You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, Fireball. Don’t hide from me.”
Her face was red, but she dipped her head, opening herself wider.
Her fingers slid through her folds, and I watched hungrily as she circled the ridge that must’ve been her clit.
Her touch was slow, but not soft.
Smooth, but not gentle.
I tried like hell to hold back, but she smelled too good.
My hand caught hers, our fingers intertwining as my mouth found her core.
She gasped, her free hand finding my hair and tangling in the strands.
