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He started to reel his tail in.

“Oh, I—” Her fingers loosened their grip, and, trying not to weep from frustration, he scrolled it back close to his butt.

She gasped, staring at him out of desperate, hungry eyes. Her glasses had gone wonky on her nose, and her cheeks were flushed bright and rosy.

And Ethan’s hard-ons were about to cripple him.

CHAPTER 16

As Min came down from the peak of pleasure she’d been climbing, two things struck her.

Firstly, she had drunk way too much champagne, and secondly, she’d almost ridden a dragon’s tail to orgasm. Except she hadn’t. Because there was someone in the bushes with a camera, and Ethan had been gentleman enough to stop.

But would she have? If he hadn’t pulled back? Her pussy was clenching with longing, and the dampness around her thighs was enough evidence that she would have gone the whole way.

She managed to straighten in her chair and brushed the hair back from her hot cheeks with shaky hands.

“I think that prepared me for the, um… the second act,” she tried to joke, at the same time squeezing her thighs together to ameliorate the throbbing desperation in her pussy.

Ethan just stared at her, his eyes in the moonlight full of raw emotion, a muscle in his jaw working.

He didn’t seem to appreciate the joke.

She took a sip of water. She probably needed to throw the whole glass over herself just to cool down. Goddess, she’d take so much more than a kiss right now. He could bend her over the tabletop, do wicked things to every part of her body…

Another camera flash.

“That’s our cue.” Ethan got up and held out his hand to her. And as she stood on jelly legs, his arm came around her, his wing gently folding her into his chest.

“So, um, now what?” She gazed longingly up at his mouth, the musky sweet smell of him doing nothing to dampen her cravings.

“We play to the camera.”

“I thought we just did,” she said on an almost hysterical laugh.

“They will not be using those pictures,” he gritted out, and you had to love the growly protective way he said it.

“But maybe I should, ah, start by, er, nuzzling into your neck?” he suggested.

“After what you were doing with your tail, I hardly feel you need to ask.” She giggled.

“I’ll have to lift you up.”

“More than happy for you to—oh, nice.” She gasped as two strong arms suddenly swung her up and her breasts were crushed against his powerful chest. She registered his hands—or was it his wings—pinning her thighs around his flanks, and when his hot mouth touched her neck, Min keened with delight and stretched her neck into his caresses.

Vaguely she was aware of another flash coming from the direction of the shrubbery.

Whether it was the champagne or her body’s cravings, she couldn’t care less right now. Being cradled in a dragon’s embrace was like floating in heaven. She felt his tail now, looping around her thighs, one hand splayed against the back of her head.

“May I kiss you now?” he asked, his eyes glittering and so deliciously non-human. Min nodded, her lips parting, ripe and oh so ready…

At first his lips barely grazed hers, his forked tongue tip softly circling her lips. Min trembled and opened wider, begging on little wheezy breaths, and as if that broke the dam of Ethan’s self-control, suddenly the kiss was taking no prisoners. With a groan deep in his chest, his tongue plunged into her mouth, demanding, thrusting, almost indecently mimicking a far more intimate act.

Min clung on for the ride, kissing him back with all her might, grinding her wet seam against the long hard ridge in his pants.

There was no mistaking it. Their kiss was turning Ethan on just as much as it was her. And dragon dick was huge.

Another flash, and with a growled expletive Ethan lifted his head. His wing loosened and then his tail was gone. Gently he put her down on her feet. “I think that will be adequate footage,” he said stiffly.

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