Page 69 of Always Say Yes to a Dragon

He nuzzled into my neck. “It’s the most valuable thing I own.”

“Why?How?” His sister had given him a dagger worth thousands yesterday morning.

Az tilted his head. “It holds six hours of your life, and you gave them all to me.”

Emotions crashed into me, too many and too complicated to pull apart. My knees buckled, and my whole body trembled as I snuggled into his solid chest. “Wow,” I breathed. “You really meant it.”

“Meant what?” His voice rumbled through his chest and into me.

“Everything.” When I’d been crocheting, my tension had gotten uneven in a couple places and my embroidery was a little crooked, but he’d stuck that thing in a custom-built case with fancy lighting.

Tears gathered behind my eyes. I tried to swallow them down. “I just…I can see every little mistake, and you don’t even care, do you?”

He probably didn’t care that there were unflattering pictures of me all over social media either, with all kinds of vile comments and bizarre speculation.

Az shook his head at me, confusion written all over his face. “You made it for me. Of course it’s perfect.”

I hauled his mouth down to mine for a searching kiss. He picked me up, and my legs locked around his waist.

“Wait,” I said.

He froze.

“I still smell like a kitchen. I need to shower.”

“If you want.” He grinned as he carried me to his bedroom and into the attached bathroom. Marble covered every square inch. A garden tub occupied one corner, and a massive shower, large enough for three or four dragons, sat next to it. The shower had multiple showerheads.

An honest-to-god chandelier hung from the ceiling. In the bathroom. My stomach clenched with sudden anxiety.

Az set me on a luxurious bath mat and turned on the water. I stripped off my clothes and folded them on the counter, afraid to let the dirty garments touch the clean marble. Az had no such compunctions, shucking his clothes in seconds and leaving them where they lay.

A thick arm wrapped around my waist, Az’s larger body enveloping mine. My skin grew hot and tight in an instant, desire gathering in my center.

He tested the temperature of the shower before hauling me in.

There was no room for embarrassment when he soaped me up. He seemed fascinated with my skin, running the tips of his claws over my most sensitive places again and again—breasts, thighs, inner arms—just to watch me shiver.

“So delicate. I can’t get enough of you,” he rumbled into my hair.

I melted into him, shuddering and gasping and afraid my knees would give way as he continued to touch me. My pussy was soaked with more than just water.

I tried to touch him back, to soap him up in return, eager to feel the rasp of his scales under my fingertips and the play of muscle under skin. He cupped his hands under my ass and lifted me in the air, steadying my upper body against the cool marble and pinning me in place with his soft leather wings.

My legs locked around his head in a desperate bid for balance as his tongue delved deep into my pussy, and he groaned. I gripped the edges of his wings, hoping I wasn’t hurting him, as he feasted on my pussy.

His tongue was warm and strong and questing, its forked end flicking over every sensitive fold.

I ached for more. After all his teasing, my skin was sensitive and feverish, and every lick shuddered through me until I was nothing more than hot water streaming across my chest, cold tile on my back, scorching dragon between my legs.

Pleasure exploded from every nerve ending, hard and deep, my head falling back to rest on cold marble.

When my trembling subsided, his hands and wings worked in tandem to bring me back to earth. If he hadn’t been holding me up, I’d have fallen over when he set me down. While the aftershocks of my orgasm still danced under my skin, he turned me around, placed a large hand on my back, bent me forward, and thrust inside me.

I whimpered at the sudden intrusion of his cock, the tapered tip granting him easy access and allowing him to stretch me to capacity. I arched my back to take him more deeply, and oh god, I didn’t know it could feel like this, my nerve endings sparking and spiraling out of control with each pass of his cock.

He pulled out and thrust inside again. Those ridges drove me out of my mind, dragging against my walls. My hands scrambled for purchase on the smooth marble. A few more thrusts like that, and I’d come again.

He hunched over my back so our bodies were in full contact, his strong chest pressing into my back. One arm looped under my hips, the other around my ribs, under my breasts, and all I could feel washim. Touching me. Surrounding me. Holding me up.

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