Her smooth fingers trail along the hardened scales, and she tilts her head with interest.
“Show me,” Marina says, and it feels like an order I’ve been waiting to comply with all night. I retrieve my hardened cock as easily as if it were concealed by fabric.
“It’s…” she gasps.
I cringe, awaiting her reply.
Green?
Ridged with scales?
Already hard as a damn rock—ready and waiting for this moment.
“Big.” Her green eyes widen. At an agonizingly slow pace, her fingers trail the length. By the Goddesses, if I had made a wish at the statues tonight, it might have been for this.
Her curiosity comes in the form of featherlight touches dancing across my scales. Her fingertips trace the grooves of each row of scales. It’s dizzying. My head falls back as I let out a moan, tensing when her lips take over.
“Darlin’…” I moan, leaning back onto the couch, sucking in a deep breath as she licks each ridge. Her eyelids flutter closed as she swirls her tongue, clamping her mouth around my trembling body.
“I love…” she whispers.
“I love…” she says again, and by the Goddesses, I’msoclose.
Her mouth encompasses me, and all thoughts leave me, replaced with the warm pleasure of her tongue sliding up and down, taking me so deep and—
By the Goddesses.
I am both tense and melting—a light-headed contradiction. She bobs and licks, pulling me deeper into bliss.
The feeling builds and builds, but selfishly, I hold on, digging my claws into the side of the couch. Not yet.
Not yet.
I savor each and every moment of her, of this, of us. She gasps for breath, before going back in, deeper this time—andfuck.
I’m undone. With a moan, my claws comb through her hair. I let go as Marina drinks me in. Our breath is heavy and rhythmic, like a song. She slides back up beside me, and I pull her body close to my chest. I’m about to tell her how good that was, how good she was, when she inhales.
“I love this.” Her words land soft as her body melts into mine.
This.
You.
I sigh, holding her close, knowing exactly what I mean when I repeat the words. “I lovethistoo.”
The house is filled with the sound of our breathing for a while, the quiet lap of water from out the windows joining in duet.
“You were—I mean—that was—wow.” I try to speak and prove just how much she’s turned me into a puddle.
“You’re pretty ‘wow’ yourself,” she says with a cat’s grin. “Bed?”
“Bed,” I reply, fully intent on carrying her, but she jumps up, running along before I can manage it.
The blinking light of her cellphone, which had been tossed in the corner, catches my attention. There are three missed calls; I bet they’re from her aunt.
Her creased brow comes to mind, along with the condescending tone I overheard through the speaker of her cellphone. I tell myself it’s curiosity when I pick it up. I’ve held Magnus’s phone before and have never been able to understand how so much stress and trepidation can be packed inside such a tiny thing.
“Gil, are you coming?” Marina asks.
