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Like mine was going now as I looked into Elanya’s eyes. I longed to reach out, to touch her, to hold her, not for reassurance or protection. But for desire. I just wanted to feel her next to me. In front of me. Under me.

That last wasn’t entirely my dragon either. The more time I spent in her presence, the more I relived that first night. My fingers ached to feel her skin slide beneath them. My cock wanted to be deep inside her, making her moan and arch her back as I filled her.

“I didn’t realize it was so serious,” she said. “When they said we were coming here to ‘mate’ with dragons, I just thought it meant to have sex. To be your concubines.”

“I don’t think that’s what the sovereign has in mind,” I said, remembering what she’d told me after she’d shown me the journal. When she’d explained why she knew where it was. That she thought humans were the key to keeping our race from going extinct.

We needed the women. Them and more like them.

“Is it what you have in mind?” she asked softly, looking up at me.

“No,” I said. “I mean, I want to have sex with you. I don’t think either of us can honestly deny that part. I know all I have to do is step close to you, and your heart will race, and your blood will pool between your legs as I whisper in your ear about how I want to run my tongue along your pussy until I find your clit, teasing it with the warmth of my mouth, until you writhe—”

“We’re in a school,” Elanya admonished, gesturing down the hallway.

But her pupils were dilated, and her mouth hung slightly open.

“I know. My point was, I want more. I want to be a partner to you. But even if that doesn’t work, I want to be a father. An involved one. A good one.”

Her face softened as some of my fears slipped through.

“You’re going to be a good dad,” she assured me, stroking my face. “After what I saw out there? I know you’ll be great.”

“Thank you,” I said gratefully.

My eyes never strayed from hers. Her hand didn’t leave my face. Her lips parted ever so slightly as her pupils dilated.

Was it an opening? An invitation? I wasn’t sure, but my dragon was thrashing wildly, trying to drag me closer. To finally do what I needed to do to claim her.

Throwing caution to the wind, I leaned in.

Chapter Nineteen

Elanya

Oh, shit.

Too late, I realized what was happening. The erupting tension between us had somehow snuck up on me, blinding me to where it must lead, and now, I was stuck. Frozen in place as Damon cupped my chin, tilting my jaw slightly upward as he kissed me.

Really kissed me.

Stars exploded behind my eyelids when his other hand slipped to the small of my back, pulling me into him. The size of his fingers splayed across my spine only reinforced the size difference between us. There was a towering giant of a man, muscles of corded titanium, with a touch as soft as a feather.

Air shot up my nose as I inhaled and tried to gather myself, to bring my thoughts and my body back under my control instead of Damon’s. I couldn’t afford to succumb to him.

Could I?

He growled delightfully as our tongues danced together. When had our mouths parted? I couldn’t even remember it happening. The heat of his body was reaching out, gathering me in its grasp, matching the fiery explosion building between my legs. There was simply something about Damon I couldn’t resist. A simple touch was enough to melt me. It wasn’t fair.

How was I supposed to keep my guard up when a simple kiss had me looking for the nearest closed door we could hide behind? A desk to bend me over or push me up onto. A chair for me to ride him on or even the floor if need be as he thrust me down onto the tile, taking me hard.

My pussy throbbed in time with my pulse, aching with its need to be filled. Memories of that first time, of the rough, quick, eager need came rushing back, torturing me with the flickers of pleasure I knew every part of him could elicit from me. All I had to do was let him.

Unbidden, my hands came up to his chest, gathering his shirt in my grip, holding him close as he let his kisses trail down my cheek to just under my ear, his breath cascading down my neck with its warmth.

“I want to rip those clothes right off you,” he growled under his breath. “Bend you over a desk and make you mine. Right here, right now. Slide my hard cock into that tight little pussy I know is just throbbing right now, screaming at you to let it be filled.”

I gasped, my breath catching in my throat at the heady description that matched my imagination perfectly. It was what I wanted. What my body needed and was yelling for. I was ready for him, too. All he needed to do was remove my pants, and I would be his for the taking.

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