“Shinsu. My Shinsu,” I repeat against his lips as my hands pull him to me, needing him closer.
His voice is pure gravel. “Fuck, yes. Tell me exactly what you want, Nori. Tell me where you need me.”
I don’t have to think about my answer. No doubt exists in my mind that Shinsu Beck is what I want most in this world, to be with him, to love him, to make a life together.
Taking his face between my hands, I whisper, “Make love to me, Shinsu. Make me yours.”
“Fuck,” Shinsu breathes out shakily. “I’ve been waiting for you for so long. If I make love to you now, there’s no going back. Losing you again will destroy me, Nori.”
My smile is small but sure. “You’re not losing me again. I’m here. I love you. I want you. Forever.”
Shinsu’s eyes widen and he lowers his forehead against mine. “I love you too. So much. You consume my thoughts every second of every day.” He lifts up only far enough to read my expression. “But I don’t deserve you. I still need to explain what happened all those years ago and why I left like that. I need your forgiveness before I can truly receive your love.”
Pressing a finger against his lips, I say, “You can tell me later. I’ve already forgiven you. I trust you, Shinsu.”
“Fuck, Nori. That means so much to me. I promise to make it up to you. But first, let me show you how much I love you.”
Together, we stand up and slowly undress each other. Our moves are meticulous, thoughtful, and reverent as our handsmap every dip, every curve, taking care with each piece of clothing.
I undo the buttons of Shinsu’s shirt, one at a time, as our gazes stay locked. With each new inch of skin revealed, I press kisses against the exposed flesh, over scales rippling under my touch, taking my time to appreciate Shinsu’s beauty.
Adoration is in Shinsu’s touch as his mouth moves over my shoulders, my breasts, down my stomach, before my dress lands in a pool on the floor and I’m completely naked before him.
“You’re so beautiful, Nori. I don’t think I really knew desire until you came into my life again.” The complete devotion in Shinsu’s eyes as he stares at me makes me feel like the most important person in the world, confidence flooding my veins, every last hint of self-consciousness drowned out while I remain the object of his desire.
Slowly, I reach for the button on Shinsu’s waistband. He takes shallow breaths as his eyes stay focused on mine and his pants rustle to the floor.
I reach down to cup him, but when I don’t make contact with a cock—or two—Shinsu wraps his hand around my wrist, effectively halting my movement.
“Do you know about dragon anatomy, my sweet Nori?” Shinsu asks, rubbing a thumb across the inside of my wrist.
“I tried to read up on it,” I admit. “But there’s not much information online.”
A small smirk pulls on one side of Shinsu’s mouth. “We’re very secretive creatures since there aren’t many of us. I’ll tell you everything you want to know about us soon, but first, let me show you what dragon cocks look like.” Smirk fading a little,Shinsu adds, “Please don’t be alarmed. You don’t have to do anything you’re not completely comfortable with.”
Tracing the scales over his heart with my free hand, I promise, “I love you just the way you are. A cock, or cocks, don’t change anything.”
“Okay.”
The tips of my fingers graze against a slit, and my brows pull together as I try to make sense of what I’m feeling. Looking down, a thin snakelike tail protrudes from the slit and wraps around my finger.
Oh.This is… unexpected.
Does Shinsu not have a cock? Was that some false rumor online?I’ll love him regardless. This is just going to take a minute to process.
Before I have the opportunity to reassure him, a second tail joins the first and I suck in a breath as this one also curls around my finger.
This was probably what the articles said about two. Maybe they can stimulate my clit? I’d be open to experimenting.
Placing a knuckle under my chin, Shinsu tilts my face up. “These are my cock whiskers. They resemble my dragon’s sensory whiskers that we use to gauge irregularities in the water, helping us sense any threats. They’re prehensile and can add extra stimulation where you most desire.”
“Kind of like antennae? Are they sensitive?” I ask, rubbing my thumb over them.
A shudder rolls down Shinsu’s body, scales trailing in their wake before congregating around his slit. “Very,” he answers huskily.
I’m already thinking about what I can do that’ll make him shudder even more, but then Shinsu holds my hand still. Slowly, a much larger shape fills my palm, my jaw dropping as it grows longer and Shinsu guides my fingers across the smooth scales covering the lower half. I try my best to keep my eyes on Shinsu’s, but when he moves my hand lower, and a second cock joins the first, I can’t help the way my gaze drops to see what he’s been hiding.
“So, does this count as two cocks or four?” I ask, letting my fingers explore the textures, slowly rubbing up and down each length.
