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He has opened up a whole new world to me and I want to explore more.
I want to know what it will feel like when he finally penetrates me and whether I can take it.
I suppose, I could die but that doesn’t seem important now.
Dying from an orgasm, sounds perfectly reasonable all of the sudden.
And I got the answer to my question. His touch does burn but it’s the most amazing feeling ever.
When he first touched me between my legs, I almost flew out of my skin from how good it felt and I was terrified that I would saturate him with my arousal. I don’t have those hang-ups anymore.
He killed all my insecurities.
My eyes flutter when I remember the way he looked between my thighs, so powerful, so confident of his prowess and he knew exactly what to do with me. Now, my body feels like it belongs to him.
I’ll let him use it however he wants and I feel a flash of envy and sadness, when I realize I’ll never experience what it’s like to be claimed by him as a mate. But I guess I shouldn’t complain. I’m having my fun and being claimed by a dragons isn’t easy anyway so...
“Are we traveling through water or the sky?” I ask, tilting my head to the side and I’m still breathless
Turning to me, Craven replies, “How about we try for the sky?”
We’re going to my house to grab some of my stuff and I put my hair up in a ponytail, “Shoot, let’s do it.”
Craven nods, shifting and I drag a ragged inhale. I haven’t told him this but I’m a little bit anti-heights, even though I know he won’t ever let me fall. The dragon lowers to the ground, staying flat and I grab on to him and climb up.
I scooch over to the base of the neck and wrap my arms around it, even though I don’t reach all the way around. The dragon flares his wings to the side and takes off. We shoot through the clouds and I hold on with my whole body.
It would be such a shame if I got too tired and slid off. Craven’s already determined to think I’m not weak and I don’t want to do anything that will make him change his mind. His encouragement feels good and I want to keep the good vibes.
Daring to steal a glance, I realize we’re hovering close to my place and I call, “Down there.”
The dragon dives straight down, parking at the back of my house and I slide off. Craven shifts, his eyes lingering on the cottage and he frowns.
“This is where you live?” When I nod, he adds under his breath to himself, “Thank fuck I took her, she doesn’t even have a gate...”
He sounds appalled but I’ve always been safe here.
The poppies in my windows are still standing strong, and the windpipe plays when we step up on the porch. I pull out the key from beneath a terracotta pot and open up.
Home, sweet home.
Craven seems curious about my territory and checks out my small bookshelf with cheap sleuth novels, then lifts a velvet robe off my couch before burying his nose in it. My face heats hotter than a stove.
Rattled now, I rush into my bedroom and grab a small suitcase. I’m not bringing much because Craven insists he’s going to take me shopping and I love strutting around in little outfits, so I’m not going to complain. Pulling out my drawer, I finally put on a new pair of underwear because my old ones have turned into a mess.
I then open up my closet and search for a fresh dress to wear. Black is not my color but Craven seems to adore it, so I put one on that has a ton of frills around the neckline and sleeves. I’m fixing my corset when Craven walks in, leaning against the doorway.
He’s ridiculously attractive but it’s as if he doesn’t know it, or maybe he just doesn’t care. There’s nothing showy about him.
“Need any help?” he asks, and his voice is raspier than a dull razor.
“Yeah...uh, I have a couple of bras that need to be packed.”
Craven straightens, immediately on alert. “Tell me where they are.”
He sounds as if he’s about to locate a bomb.
“See that little rattan box over there,” I murmur and he takes two strides then picks it up. Opening the lid, he gets a devilish expression on his face. Before I get a chance to protest, he sets the flimsy garments on fire, burning them into ash.
