Page 38 of To Spark a Dragon's Love
Panty. Melting. Goodness.
It was getting really hard to think with his leathery masculine smell all around me.
“You deserve better than this,” he tried again.
And my heart squeezed at the onslaught.
“Oh,” was all I could say. Because it made sense now. I glanced up through my lashes, tears misting my eyes. “You don’t want to hurt me.”
His fingers found the back of my neck and tightened in my hair, tugging a little. “I don’t.”
That’s what all this is about.
I sighed as I pressed my hands against his chest, tilting my head back further for him to have a better grip. “Sweetheart, you’d have to do more than this to cause any real damage and I assure you, I’m not easy to break.”
The growl that came from him was positively feral as his lips crashed into mine.
This kiss was more intimate than it had any right to be. The taste of him was everywhere and the feeling of him ran deep. Almost more intense than the sex we’d had. The claiming.
It was all the best of that and more. A choice we both made in the heat of the moment. Nothing awkward. More like coming home. It burned a new pathway into my heart, scorching itself into my memories until I was a puddle of need in his arms.
It took everything in me to pull away.
I needed a second to think. To figure out where we could go. To check on—
“Someone help!” Miss Grace’s scream came from the cabin.
I turned on my heel and sprinted across the yard before I had time to process that I was running.
The heat of the dragon was right behind me.
My heart thudded in my chest as the cabin door was wrenched open on its hinges. Miss Grace stood in the glow of the lights behind her, roaring into the night.
And Iknew.
I almost toppled the woman as I pushed past her. “Harper!” I screamed.
“She was there, and then she wasn’t. I can scent them. I don’t know how…”
I tuned out Miss Grace as I tore through the back bedroom. Her blankets were on my bed. The mermaid Barbie and stuffed bear she always slept with were on her pillow.
Everything was cold. Wrong.
I stepped back slowly.
My eyes locked on Sam’s urn watching me.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Miss Grace sobbed to Malachy.
I spun around to face them, eyes wild as I gripped the doorway while my heart tried to tear itself from my chest. Blinding panic danced on the edges of my vision.
I couldn’t fucking breathe. “Where is my daughter?”
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