Page 53 of Cowboy Dragon's Rose

Casey’s breathing is shallow.

Not panicked—but close.

I try to make myself smaller. To not overwhelm her with my obsession.

But I am so fucking aware of her.

It’s not even subtle. It’s full-body, soul-deep obsession.

Every flutter of her impossibly long eyelashes? I track it like the predator I am.

Every soft sigh that escapes those full, kiss-bruised lips? It brands itself into my brain like scripture.

The way her body moves—lush, confident, utterly unaware of just how badly it wrecks me—is driving me out of my goddamn mind.

My dick is in a perpetual state of hard as fuck.

She’s wearing capris today.

That stretchy kind of material that hugs her hips and thighs like it was custom-molded just for her.

Like it worships her curves the way I want to. The way I plan to.

And the top? Some flimsy little tee that clings to her tits like it knows it’s playing with fire.

Every step her mount takes, they bounce.

And every bounce? Is a personal test of my fucking self-control.

I’m rock-hard just watching her sitting atop that horse, crossing the dusty trail like she was born to do it. And suddenly I can see us both here, every weekend, going for a morning ride and fuck, I want that.

One second she’s smiling at something private, the next she’s tucking a strand of hair behind her ear with this quiet, distracted little frown—and I swear to every god that ever breathed fire, I feel it.

Every expression. Every flicker of thought across her face.

She doesn’t know what she does to me.

Earlier—when she was wrapped in nothing but that towel, wet from the shower and glowing like something out of a fever dream—she looked at me like she thought I didn’t want her.

Like I was put off.

Fuck, no. That wasn’t it.

I was possessed.

I didn’t want anyone else seeing what should only ever belong to me. That softness, those curves, her warmth—that’s mine.

She doesn’t know it yet. Doesn’t know what it means to awaken a Dragon, to belong to one.

To be treasured like fire in the cold.

But I’ll show her.

I’ll show her how goddamn beautiful she is. How no one else can ever compare.

Because she’s not just sexy—she’s sacred.

Es meus.

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