Page 68 of Cowboy Dragon's Rose

“You’re so wet for me, aren’t you? You want this? Want me to fill you? Make you come?”

“Y-yes. God, yes.”

The growl I’ve been biting back spills from me then. I can’t contain it any more than I can contain what’s about to happen.

“Good girl. Now open those legs for me, Petals, and hold on,” I growl as I plow into her fast and rough.

I freeze, allowing her to adjust to my size and girth.

Fuck. She’s so tight. Perfect. Hot and wet.

Her pussy squeezes my cock just right, making me see stars.

The sounds of our heavy breathing fill the air-conditioned room, but we’re working up a sweat, just running on instinct and heat and need.

Her softness cradles me. I am hypnotized by it. A fucking addict for it, as I touch, rub, and drop plucking kisses on every inch of her beautiful skin.

“Nothing ever felt like this,” she whispers, like it’s a secret.

And I know how she feels.

“That’s because you and me are meant to be, Casey,” I confess.

“W-what do you mean?”

“You’re mine. Tell me.”

She gasps, her breath is shaky.

Our hearts are pounding a tattoo that sounds a whole fucking lot like the drums of war from days of old.

“Mine, Casey. Now, tell me I can keep you. I need you to say it.”

“Y-you can keep me. Zeke. You can have all of me. Anything you want,” she whispers.

And then I let go.

I let her see it.

My eyes flash violet.

Not just a trick of the light—this is my Dragon.

It’s my power, bleeding through. The air thickens with heat.

My skin shimmers with faint iridescence.

The low rumble in my chest? Not human.

Casey blinks, startled. Her breath catches in her throat, her lips parted in awe.

The light from my eyes flickers violet and gold, casting shadows over the room like a living flame.

She sees it—feels it—and doesn’t run.

Doesn’t scream.

Doesn’t doubt.

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