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Dorran went to grab the stem from me, but I moved it out of his reach. “Are you scared for me to drink it? I’m not a baby.”

He swallowed. “No, Amara, you’re not, but I want you to remember tonight.”

I swirled the wine around my glass. “Yeah? What’s happening tonight, Dorran?”

The dark color twirled in his eyes again. “Whatever you’ll let me have is what’s going to happen tonight.”

I gasped under my breath. “You want to mark me?”

“I want to do everything to you, and I don’t want you half-drunk in the process, Little Mouse.”

I kept the glass out of his reach, even though we both knew that he could easily grab it. I appreciated the respect.

“Maybe I need a little liquid courage, Mr. Dragon Prince.”

He watched me take a few more sips before swiping it from my hand and downing it so I couldn’t drink it. “I need your mind right. I don’t want to do anything you’ll regret in the morning.”

I chuckled, feeling a heavy warmth seep down my legs. “I regret a lot of things in my life, Dorran, but you’ll never be one of them.”

Dorran’s fingers curled into fists on the table, and he inhaled deeply. Leaning forward, I watched as he fought his dragon, his body openly struggling with him.

When he opened his eyes, my breath caught.

The dark red color seemed to look into my soul.

“Eat. Your. Food. Amara,” he whispered. “Before I put you on the table as dessert.”

Something told me to do as he asked. Slowly, I ate my food, feeling a haze take over, and turn my insides into mush. I needed Dorran to touch me so badly that I ached everywhere.

Those few sips were pushing me to make a move that I wasn’t prepared to make.

I slid my mostly eaten plate away and finally gathered the nerve to look up. Dorran was stiff, his laidback demeanor gone. “Finished,” I whispered in a soft voice that didn’t sound like my own.

Dorran stood up, grabbed our plates, and placed them both in the sink. I watched him lean over the cabinet, clutch the edge with his fists, and mumble to himself.

Carefully, I slid from the stool and walked over to him. Sliding my fingers down his spine, he straightened, turned, and lifted me to the bar where we’d just eaten.

He captured my neck in his palm, angled my mouth toward his, and smiled. “I can smell how bad you want me.”

I was equally aroused at the idea and grossed out.

“You be honest and open with me tonight. No secrets. Whatever you want, whatever you need, you tell me. If you want me to stop, I’ll stop, no questions asked. Got it?”

I swallowed, staring at those daring green eyes. “Got it.”

Dorran palmed my ass and carried me with ease to the balcony. The cool air whipped at me, peeking my nipples and causing goosebumps against my flesh.

He tossed me onto a huge outdoor sectional next to a fire pit that Dorran lit with the flick of his hand. Nervously, I slid against the pillows and watched him crawl over me.

He hovered, not touching me in many places, but his eyes were eating me alive. The stars danced above his head, and the wind picked up, making me shiver.

“Don’t worry, Little Mouse. I’m gonna warm you up.”

Chapter Eighteen

Dorran

My dragon saw things differently than I did. When he came out my vision enhanced. He noticed the little things. The throbbing vein in Amara’s neck, the scent of her arousal, and the nervous putter of her heart.

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