Page 163 of I Dream of Dragons
She liked to laugh.
I loved her laugh.
Hells, I still do and always will. I love everything about her—including how she looks down at my dick, lips slightly apart, chest heaving.
And sure, now I’m staring at her breasts. I mean, what man wouldn’t? They are gorgeous. Fucking incredible.
I’m desperate to touch her. I have some of Phaethon’s memories when he was with her, but I haven’t mapped her body, haven’t entered her. Not yet.
I clench my hands harder by my sides because I promised, dammit. Promised to let her do with me as she pleases.
Fuck, though, I can’t help but curse when she starts stroking me.
I sit back on my heels, and she sticks out the tip of her tongue between her teeth as she focuses on her task.
“Command me,” I rasp. “Command me to undress you, command me to pleasure you.”
“You do realize that you keep commanding me to command you, don’t you?” she teases, her strokes slowing. “Not offering or requesting. Commanding. That’s not how it works.”
My mouth tips into a smirk. “I’m not arequestingkind of person.”
“So bossy. I thought that was more Phaethon’s style.”
“We share a few traits.”
“Bossy, domineering, headstrong.”
“All useful traits in a king.”
She blinks, her hand now still, and I replay the words in my mind. That’s right… A king.
Fucking hells.
“You stopped. Should I file a formal request?” I ask. “Should I beg? Come on, Rae, tell me what to do. I can’t fucking think, not when you’re here. “
“Beg?”
“I’d beg for you. I’d kill for you. Die for you. Tell me what you want.”
“And again, you give me orders.”
“Enough talking,” I growl.
“See?” She gasps when I reach around her and rip her bodice laces, then just lift it off and push her gown down. “The king sent this gown. It used to belong to me, and he took it?—”
“Just like he took your life,” I growl. “I’ll shred it until it’s just a pile of fucking threads and buttons, fucking confetti.” And I do exactly that, my shadows spearing through the fine fabric, tearing and ripping through it.
Destroying it, bodice and all, until she’s only in her undergarments, all curves and valleys, with her round breasts and rounded hips. Soon she’ll be beautifully naked underneath me, as she should be.
Spectacular, that’s what she is. Unique, and mine.
Fuck, I wish I could spend all my life in bed with her.
I wish clothes were outlawed.
I wish the world were a better place.
I wish I were the right man for her.
