Page 48 of Bride of the Black Dragon
When the intense pleasure finally weakens, Xaren climbs into bed beside me and gathers me into his arms. His lips are still shiny with my juices, and he licks them slowly, like he’s savoring the taste.
“You really liked it that much?” I ask softly, still breathless and trembling from what he just did to me.
He licks them again and lets out a low, satisfied sound in the back of his throat.
“Fucking love it, little dove. You taste sweet and salty and perfect.” He strokes my lower lip with his thumb. “Here—kiss me and find out.”
A little thrill runs through me, and I lean up to kiss him. I hesitate for just a second—some tiny, unsure part of me wondering if I’ll find the taste strange—but then his mouth meets mine, and everything melts away. His lips are soft and warm—still wet with my arousal, and his tongue parts my lips gently, then slides in deep.
Goddess…
I moan, tasting myself on his tongue. It’s not strange like I’d feared. It’s… delicious…intimate…wildly erotic. My own secret flavor mixed with his cinnamon taste. I love it.
I suck lightly on his tongue and he groans into my mouth, the sound vibrating all the way down to the core of me. But then I feel it again—I feel him. The hard, hot ridge of his arousal, pressed insistently against my belly.
This time I’m determined not to be selfish. He keeps giving me pleasure—he deserves some too.
I reach for him, but he catches my wrist.
“No, little dove,” he murmurs. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
I frown up at him.
“But you gave me pleasure and took none for yourself. What if I want to taste you the way you tasted me?”
A muscle ticks in his jaw.
“I don’t think you’d want to taste me if you saw what I have below the belt,” he says, his voice rough. “As I said before, I don’t look like other men.”
“I don’t even know much what other men look like,” I admit, shrugging. “I mean, our stable boy back home showed me his, uh, equipment once, but it just looked like a grubby worm.”
Xaren lets out a startled laugh, his eyes lighting with amusement.
“A grubby worm?”
“Well, that’s what it looked like to me,” I say, trying not to laugh too.
He shakes his head, a smile tugging at the unscarred side of his mouth. “Well… I guess I can show you. But you can’t be shocked.”
“I won’t be shocked.” I reach up and brush his hair back from the scarred side of his face, letting my fingers linger. “Please, just show me. Let me see you—let me know you.”
He studies me for a long moment, then nods once.
“As you wish.”
He reaches down and unfastens his trousers, tugging them open. And gods above and below, he’s huge—so big it’s almost frightening and unlike anything I’ve ever imagined.
His cock isn’t human—not even close. It’s thick and long, the wide head a deep purple that fades to sleek, inky black at the base. The entire length is covered in small, gleaming scales that shimmer in the candlelight like polished obsidian. Raised ridges curve down the top and underside, making it look both elegant and dangerous.
My eyes go wide and I feel my breath catch in my throat.
“I told you I wasn’t like a regular man,” Xaren growls.
He starts to pull his trousers closed again, his face like a thundercloud, but I stop him.
“No, wait,” I breathe. “Let me see it.”
I lean closer, fascinated. His scent is stronger here—dark and spicy, like hot cinnamon and fire and salt. It teases my nose, making me dizzy.
