Page 41 of Cursed with the Dragon Prince

Mere kissing will not be enough to sate me.

My core clenches, feeling empty. Taking the lead, my hands wander across his chest and down his stomach, fingers dipping beneath his waistband. My asking touch lingers on his hips, waiting for his response.

He meets my advances with claims of his own. His tongue traces my neck, forming a line from ear to collarbone. My spine arches as he continues, mouth lowering.

His lips land on the exposed top of my breasts, and I paw at my worn bodice, tossing it aside. At the sight of my naked chest, he growls, the sound vibrating through me as his tongue finds my dusky nipple.

A mewl escapes my lips, encouraging him as he presses me with more kisses, his hand palming my breast.More, more, more,my impatient heart beats. Sex isn’t new, but making love is.

He tugs at my skirts, and I wiggle myself free. He liberates me, throwing the gossamer cloth into the cavern as we keep to the air.

The breeze tickles my skin, and it strikes me—we’re still in the canyon, that I’m naked but for my underwear. The crashing waves, the magma below, the beauty of this isle surround us.This lust should degrade me, the nudity a disgrace, but that shame belongs to a life I’ve shed.

Let Wisp be my witness—I feel alive. I tug off my underwear, baring myself, finding freedom.

Drakon’s eyes bulge as he takes me in, his mouth gaping, and I preen under his startled attention. He hisses, then dives.

Again, his lips are upon me. This time he drops lower, tracing his tongue down my abdomen and laying kisses on my hip.

His hands wrap around me, cupping my butt, and as he plants a single lingering kiss at the V of my crux, my thighs tremble and clench. I’m hot with anticipation as he pushes my thighs apart. The cool air brushes my warm folds as his tongue rushes forward, sliding into my center.

By Teyr…

My hips hitch. My wings catch.

“Fuck,” I gasp.

To my uncertainty, to my excitement, my expletive encourages him. He looks up at me with a wild grin.

He repositions himself, flying so his mouth lies between my widened thighs. I buckle under the flick of his tongue. I’ve never been this sensitive before, every nerve eager to fire. The sensation arrives with more need, more heat.

He swipes his tongue against me again, and this time, he keeps his mouth in contact, sucking. He swirls his tongue against my clit, and I come undone, squirming upon him. Worked until my eyes hood, I lose track of everything but the energy building within me. I could come already. I rarely orgasm, but if he keeps working me like this…

My hips buck—

He pauses to breathe, and when a frustrated cry escapes my lips, he has the audacity to laugh. And then I’m laughing too.

The sunlight and breeze kiss my body, adding to the symphony of his touches. He’s worshiping me like a queen. Only as I drift in my carnal haze… I realizehe’s still clothed.

That won’t do.

His bulge is undeniable. I’ve been curious for days.

Now I’m the one switching our positions, heady and lustful with the power of control. I kiss his hipbone and tug at his waistband until his pants come loose. Careless, I pull them away, and the fabric flutters, falling to the depths of the canyon.

His musk blooms on the air, and I suck in my breath, taking him in. His long, thick member is erect, arching from him, a drop of precum glistening on the tip. The flesh is taut, the tip strained. Red scales glisten, roughening his shaft.

I moan at the thought of them rubbing me from within and throw my lips upon him. The pressure of his member fills my mouth, and I open wide. He’s salty like the sea on a summer day, and I lap him in. I press against his base, and as his hips pump, I take him deeper.

I didn’t know kissing a cock could make me feel good. It’s an act I’ve been told to perform but never enjoyed. Until now.

This time, I initiated it.Iwant this. Judging from the way he’s tensing, he’s enjoying it too. I smile, with him between my lips, flooded by this newfound power.

I rub myself, one hand pressed against my opening, thumb thumping my clit. And when he realizes what I’m doing, he reaches down, touching me. He runs his hands through my braids, tracing the sensitive scales of my neck. He cups my breasts, tracing circles over my nipples, tweaking the tips.

It’s more sensations than I can process. Lips, tits, and clit.Teyr,I’m lost.

He pulses within my mouth and then tugs himself out. “I want to be inside you when I come,” he whispers.

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