Page 58 of To Spark a Dragon's Love
“That was…” Willow whistled.
“Perfect,” I finished the sentence, staring at her and hoping she knew what I meant.
“Your skin.” She gasped as she pressed her hands against my thighs.
I continued to stare at her, seeing the wonder in her eyes, before I felt the blood returning to my body.
My legs felt strong. The muscles in my thighs flexed under her touch. Knots in my back were loosened. Now that I noticed, the pain was… gone.
I looked over my shoulder to the floor length mirror next to the armoire.
Dragons healed fast.
Despite my age and injuries, I still healed faster than most.
But this?
What should’ve taken me days to bounce back from had disappeared in minutes.
I feltdifferent.Stronger somehow. Washed out and dried and made new.
She fixed you.
I flexed in the mirror, still not quite believing what was right in front of my eyes.
Willow’s teasing laughter made my beast blush.
I turned, hurrying to extend a hand and help her to her feet.
“That was fast,” she said. I wasn’t sure if she was referring to my healing or my orgasm.
Take it slower next time,he growled.
“It was your venom,” I blurted out.
She arched a perfectly shaped brow. “My venom?”
Right. She was human. They didn’t have venom.
“Your magic,” I said, awestruck as I smiled. I hadn’t felt this relaxed in centuries.
I leaned forward, hoping to steal a kiss, and was thwarted when Willow placed her hands on my chest.
“I’m glad you’re feeling better. Get some sleep.”
“Hell no,” I grumbled as I scooped her feet out from under her.
“Malachy! Put me down.” It was adorable the way she struggled against my arms. “Where are you going?”
“To worship you properly.” I couldn’t stop grinning like a fool, especially when the scent of her warming desire hit the air.
“I can’t,” she said. “I have to go back before Harper gets up.”
I gently laid Willow on my bed, arranging her among the pillows like the magical queen she was, and ran my hands over the silk material of her pajama pants.
“How long do we have before she wakes?” I reached for the hem of Willow’s waistband, brushing my thumbs over the soft, exposed skin above it.
Willow’s head rested back against the headboard as she dropped her legs open to accommodate me.
