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“Then do what you like with me. I said it, and I meant it.”
I sit up, astride his waist. I’m still wearing my underwear and my skimpy wrapped skirt, and he’s wearing the blanket—but even through the material, I can feel his erection.
Enemy though he is, I don’t want to take him beyond what he’s prepared to do. He’s a virgin, after all. “If you don’t like something I’m doing, tell me, and I’ll stop.”
“I will like it all.” He’s flushed, staring up at me like he’s terrified and wildly excited at the same time.
That look on his face blurs all the awful truths and shifts them to the back of my mind. In this moment, there is only him, with his reckless, volatile dragon’s heart, and the clawed hands holding my waist so carefully, and the beautiful black silk of his hair spread across the rug.
I pull off the pink wrap around my breasts and throw it aside. His face changes, intensifies to something like worship, and I nearly laugh again. I’ve never quite understood the fierce fascination some people have with breasts. I like mine, but damn. Kyreagan looks as if he wants to build a monument to them.
“You’ve seen them before,” I murmur. “Touched them before.”
“Yes, but…” But this is different. He doesn’t have to say it—I feel it, too.
Removing the other scraps I’m wearing takes but a moment, and then I seat myself on his hard stomach again. I take his wrists, but instead of placing his hands on my breasts, I move his arms aside while I scoot forward. Carefully, a little awkwardly, I plant my knees on either side of his head, and I curl my fingers around the roots of his horns. His mouth is right below my pussy.
“Show me that tongue,” I whisper.
He’s already opening his mouth, already lifting his head, eager to taste me. I use his horns for leverage, to adjust the angle of his face as I settle onto it.
Kyreagan groans, his deep voice rippling between my legs.
“Fuck.” The word jerks out of me as I rub myself against his jaw, his mouth, his nose. His forked tongue tantalizes me, swirls over my swollen, sensitive lips before lapping firmly, rhythmically.
“Oh… oh… oh…” I pant the same sound, over and over, squirming against him. Shit, I’m already so close to coming, and I don’t want to, not yet. This can’t be over so soon—I can feel the shadow of grief waiting to close back in, and I can’t bear it. I need this to last.
When I try to move away, I realize he’s grasping my ass cheeks, holding me to his face. He’s loving this, truly relishing it.
“Let me go, or I’ll come too soon,” I gasp.
“Can you come more than once?” He speaks the words right against my clit, and I squeal helplessly, trembling right on the edge of a climax.
“Yes,” I whimper. “Yes, yes…”
“We will count, and see how many times you come for me.”
When he says come for me, with his lips brushing my clit, a hot flare of bliss shoots through my core. My legs shudder, and I haul convulsively on his horns, pulling his face tighter between my thighs. I ride his face helplessly, prey to the thrilling sensations.
Kyreagan digs every one of his nails into my ass, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to let me know he’s fully invested in my bliss, fully supportive of me suffocating him with my pussy.
“Easy,” I pant, releasing my grip on his horns. “I’m going to move off you now.”
His fingers relax, caressing my bottom in slow circles as I rise on my knees to let him breathe.
“I was mistaken,” he says. “Human bodies are glorious.”
When I slide off him, I notice that his cock is pointing straight up under the blanket he wrapped around his waist. I unwrap the blanket and lay it aside, leaving his body entirely bare.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whisper. “Like this, and also the other way.”
He sits up, his gaze locking with mine. “You think I’m beautiful as a dragon?”
“You know you are.”
He starts to smile. And then something hits him—I see it, I know the feeling because it just happened to me. I know that guilt in his expression, I know it so fucking intimately. The feeling that I shouldn’t ever be happy again, because people I care about have been hurt or killed.
His handsome face tightens, stricken with such pain that I hurt too, for him.
