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June waited, curious.
“You said you were sorry your mother couldn’t imagine a better life for herself, but can you?”
June pursed her lips and fidgeted with the fine fabric of her dress.
“If you don’t return my feelings, I will accept your rejection, but nothing short of that will deter me from doing everything in my power to make you mine. So tell me now. Do you love me or not?”
Her heart stuttered, then sped up with the sensation of a thousand hummingbirds flapping at once. The rush of buoyancy floundered as the weight of uncertainty pressed down on her. “I’m not sure I even know what love is,” she admitted.
He sat up and brushed his lips against hers. “Then I will show you.”
21
June was undone by the tenderness with which Tristan gathered her in his arms and carrying her to the bathroom, where he set her on her feet. Next he unzipped her bodice and helped her to step out of the garment. Then he discarded his own clothes before tapping a few buttons in the shower stall. Warm water drizzled from the ceiling. He guided her under it before joining her.
When they were both drenched, he squirted a dollop of shampoo into his hand, then leaned down to plant a soft kiss on her lips before stepping behind her and lathering her hair. The sensation of his fingers on her scalp was divine. She eased her eyes closed until he was done rinsing the shampoo. Then he surprised her by swiping her hair aside and planted a succession of soft kisses on her neck.
He was showing her he loved her, and it was breaking her heart. Could she ever truly allow herself to love him in return? Could she ever trust him with her heart? Sure, he wanted her now, but what would happen when her novelty wore off? Would he cast her aside for the lovely Leanora? Or some other great beauty with the power to transform into a dragon. Someone who could take flight with him and share the thrill of racing through the clouds on a sunset evening.
If his love was true, what would happen when she grew old while he remained young? The span of her life would only be a blip in his world. Would he still love her when she was gray and weary? Would it kill him when he lost her?
Fearing the answer, she whirled around and pulled him down for a fierce kiss. A kiss that would drown her thoughts and doubt from her mind. Unaware of the turmoil inside her, Tristan responded, once more growing aroused. With their bodies pressed tight, she could feel him stiffening against her lower belly. Her body responded with slick heat.
He gripped her backside with both hands and gave a squeeze. The pressure sent a zing of pleasure up her spine. Not breaking the kiss, he maneuvered her against the wall, then slid one hand down her thigh, gripped the back of her knee, and hooked her leg around his waist, wedging his cock against her entrance. As his tongue flicked out to meet hers, he plunged inside her with one hard thrust that had her crying out.
“Mmm!” she whimpered against his mouth.
He groaned, “I canna get enough of you,” his thrusts quickened as his body moved in a primal way that had them both breathing heavier, flying higher, the friction sparking molten pleasure and drowning her thoughts in heat. “Unh!I willneverget enough!”
He gripped her ass once more, lifted her up on her toes, and slammed her down on him, drawing desperate groans from them both. As his vigorous thrusts grew urgent, she wrapped her hand around his neck and held on as he led them both toward a violent release. Harder and faster, his muscles toiled. She urged him on with her cries, her nails in his skin, the rolling of her hips in tune with his.
Trapped in the fog of lust, she buried her face in the crook of his neck and lightly bit down. Like a wild thing, he threw his head back and bellowed as his cock seemed to grow hard as steel, driving into her over and over until….
“Ahh!” she screamed as yet another orgasm ripped through her.
Just when she felt his hot seed pour into her, he snatched her close for a hot, possessive kiss. Against her lips, he snarled, “Mine.”
“Oh God!” Her orgasm seemed to last forever. Searing her. Shattering her….
When the erotic fog slowly began to lift and they caught their breaths, he cupped his hand around her neck and put their foreheads together. His breath fanned across her face. The moment was so pure, so intimate, that she thought if there was anyone in the world she could love, it was Tristan Okora, a dragon shifting king from another world.
After they finished washing up, Tristan guided her to a corner of the bathroom that housed a kind of stall. With the flick of a button, a strange, almost electrical current surrounded them and suddenly they were dry.
“Amazing! Is this magic?”
He shook his head. “Quantum ionic dryer.”
“That’s a trillion-dollar idea right there.” June plucked her gown off the bathroom floor and returned to the bedroom, still high from her many mind-altering orgasms. “It’s too bad I don’t have something else to wear. This poor thing has seen some miles.”
“What about your other gowns?” he asked, following her into the room as he zipped up his pants.
She snorted. “Did you forget who you’re talking to? I’ve been borrowing your mother’s hand-me-downs. And seriously, I never imagined a hand-me-down could be worth more than my car.”
“Have you no’ been fitted for new clothes? It should have been done hours ago.”
“Well, yes, but I doubt they’d had time to—”
He crossed to open a door, revealing a huge walk-in closet with rows and rows of gowns organized by color. In the very center of the room was a four-sided dresser filled with undergarments, lingerie, blouses, and pants. Anything she could want. The closet must have been set up while they were out on their picnic.
