Page 23 of Scaled Hearts

It leaves my toes curling and a fire in my belly as his mouth presses to mine. I drag him closer by the collar of his robes, desire zinging through me at full speed.

“Yes,” I moan, his tongue invading my mouth. He takes what he wants without asking, tangling his tongue around mine, sucking my bottom lip between his and biting down gently. The heat of his skin envelops me, warming me from the inside out.

His hands move to cup my cheeks, angling my mouth so his tongue can access deeper inside of me, so he can fully invade me. It feels like he’s claiming me as his with this kiss.

With a gasp I break away, staring into his dark, hooded eyes. I swear I can almost see flames in the reflection there. I’m breathing hard and I need a minute to think about this.

I shouldn’t be doing this. My only job is to help my sister. I need to focus on that. We should be leaving right now to go back to her. She needs me to stay the course, not to get caught up in the attentions of an attractive dark elf shifter.

I study his expression. He’s smirking but there’s an openness to him that I haven’t seen before. He’s not trying to deceive me, he’s merely hungry for what he thinks belongs to him.

Dragons are strange. I marvel as I reach out to touch his skin. It’s scaled, like in his dragon form, but much smoother, almost like human flesh.

I feel his arousal pressing against me now that we’re face to face. It’s thick and heavy between his legs and it seems to pulsate with every beat of his heart. He wants me just as badly as I want him.

Why should I keep fighting this growing attraction between us? Why should I protest the desires of my body?

I never let myself have a minute of enjoyment anymore. All my days are spent tending to my sister or working the mines. I don’t do anything that doesn’t benefit the both of us in some way. Not since…

Don’t go there, I scold myself.Give into this. Let yourself get something out of this arrangement. He’s offered to give you the world. Let yourself have just this one thing at least. Even if it is only a few minutes of pleasure.

With a groan, I dive back in, kissing him and opening my mouth to his once more. His hands go around my back, dragging me close to him as we give into our desires.

11

Kelly

Although I’m not inexperienced, the rapacious way that Angurus kisses me has me feeling like an absolute virgin. His hands are all over my body, cupping my cheeks, stroking my back, ghosting over my thighs and it’s driving me slowly mad.

“Yes,” I murmur, my own hands roaming over the hard planes of his chest, feeling his heartbeat racing inside. The power I hold over him is addicting. I want more! I want to reduce him to a begging mess. I bite down on his lip, eliciting a sharp cry and he’s lifting me up in his arms, holding me to him.

I cling for dear life, looking down with wide eyes. The ground feels so far away at this height. He reaches out a hand and sweeps away the dishes and the food with one arm.

Much to my surprise, the plates and dishes don’t make a mess, nor do they clatter to the ground and break apart. Instead, they simply vanish as they fall, disappearing before they even hit the ground.

I’m too busy being kissed within an inch of my life to marvel at the magic that must have taken, though.

He lays me out on the now empty table, hiking my dress up around my waist as he dives down to open me up, fingers parting my sopping wet folds. He stares at me, eyes wide, a gasp escaping him.

“What?” I ask, squirming. Is there something wrong with me?

“You look delectable,” he breathes, rubbing a thumb gently over my clit, which elicits an embarrassing squeak from me. Angurus smiles, doing it again and I squeak once more, face red.

“Seems I’ve discovered my most precious treasure yet,” he rumbles, a kind of purr emanating from his chest. My body melts as he kneels, face inches from my entrance. “I shall now show you how a dragon polishes his treasure.”

It’s all the warning I get before his tongue is on me, wet and hot as he paints broad strokes from top to bottom, licking up the slick that drips from me with relish. “You taste divine,” he pants, face shiny as he looks up at me.

He goes back down, pinpointing the spot that gives me the greatest pleasure, focusing all his attention on it. His lips wrap around it, suckling and pressing the flat of his tongue as he continues to nibble with his teeth.

“Ah!” I can’t get enough of his mouth. I’ve never had anyone dothisbefore and I feel as though I need to clamp my hands down on the table to hold back from grabbing fistfuls of his hair.

As though sensing my thoughts, Angurus reaches up and grabs my hands, placing them on either side of his head, continuing to work his mouth on my clit with precision.

“You should hold on when you’re being taken for a ride,” he growls. I obey immediately, digging my hands into his long locks.

They’re so soft and silky that I can’t stop from rubbing the strands between my fingers. How does a dragon, locked away in a cave, have such soft hair? With every swipe of his tongue, my hands tighten into the strands more and more and he moans.

He must enjoy the prick of pain and so I tug, pulling on the silken strands and he moans again, which vibrates on my clit, sending waves of pleasure up my spine. Oh gods, yes!

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