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“You’re impossible to please, you know that?” I deride as I take a look at the flowers in my hand. With the sudden urge to throw them down, I’m surprised when Lily grabs it from me.

“I’m impossible to please?!” Lily sneers, glaring at me with contempt. She turns her attention to the flowers and scoffs. “You’re the one who has a problem with me being human, right? That’s not something I can change!”

With that remark, Lily takes the bouquet and throws it over the balcony. Startled by her actions, I do a double-take. It gives her enough time to walk back into the room.

But she’s not in the clear yet when I grab her by the wrist. Yanking her back, she almost loses her footing when she crashes into me. I grab her by the shoulders to steady her, but also as a means to shake her if I must.

“I don’t wish to change you,” I grate through gritted teeth. “But that doesn’t mean you don’t vex me for being who you are.”

Lily stares at me through narrowed eyes of contempt. “If you hate me so much, then let. Me. Leave.”

Though what she just said infuriates me, I can’t help but keep her in my clutches. Like she’s meant to be here, pressed to me like a second skin.

I’d been wrestling with my better judgment, at war with what my heart truly wanted. And even if logic warns me that this whole thing is a bad idea, my heart seems stronger now.

It wins the fight against my head. A head that reminds me—as a last-ditch attempt—that Lily’s life is in danger as long as she is here. As long as I entertain the idea of her being my mate, she’s in danger.

Glowering at her, I try to fuel my anger enough to let me walk away. But it doesn’t happen.

Instead, the longer I stare into her face, the deeper I fall into the rabbit hole.

Until there’s no liberation for me. No coming back from what happens when I crush my lips to hers.

Chapter 18 - Lily

Flowers?

That’s the only thing on my mind as he stares into my eyes. So deeply that I could swear that he’s seeing into my soul.

It’s the most naked I’ve ever felt. More bare than what I had been like writhing under him in heated response to our passionate tryst. I’ve never felt so vulnerable. Even though I’ve been keeping my composure, keeping my courage intact and not showing that I’m afraid.

I’m so close to passing out. The way I always do when things get complicated. But for some reason, this is not the type of difficulty that has me cowering to the far corners of my mind. It keeps me present, able to feel every second as it ticks by. Able to feel the heat of his fingers as they bite into my flesh, keeping me upright.

I can’t tell if my knees would have caved. It sure feels like they would if he let me go. There’s a strange sense of being grateful for him, for his strength to hold me up so that I don’t fall.

But my mind isn’t fuzzy the way it would be if I were to faint. Instead, the thought of flowers swarms my mind. That’s the only thing I can think of while my lungs are filled with a sweet, floral scent.

He glares at me, but I’m not afraid of him. Instead, I’m drawn to him by an invisible, magnetic force. And when he crushes his lips to mine, my head empties.

There are no thoughts left but feelings. The heat between my thighs. The plushness of his lips as he kisses me. The warm moisture of his tongue as it begs to enter and explore my mouth.

And then there’s the warm moisture that pools between my thighs and makes it impossible not to moan in protest.

When he breaks the kiss, another protest escapes my lips before I open my eyes. Pressing my thighs together, I crave so much more than I would have expected.

“Draco…” I whisper in surrender, flinging my arms around his neck. Practically throwing myself at him, I reach up to press my lips to his. Unmoving in the kiss, I give up entirely to his ministrations. Not fighting or fussing for any sort of control.

As he takes the reigns of the kiss, exploring the cavity of my mouth with his skillful tongue, his hands find purchase on my hips. Clawing as he bundles the silk kaftan at my waist, we have to break the kiss again so he can lift it over my head.

All I’m left standing in is a white lace pair of underwear. As soon as Draco sees me in the lingerie, he rakes his eyes from head to toe and sucks in a haggard breath.

“Fuck…” he groans as he pulls me back to him. “You’re gorgeous.” Pushing me against the sliding door, it’s a heady mixture of cold glass and heat exuding from the dragon man, along with the heat filling my cheeks from his compliment.

As quickly as my heart beats, my nervous system seems to soften. It quiets down as his hands roam my body, and his lips maneuver another passionate kiss. It’s like the more I surrender, the more my body agrees.

And that’s why I can’t fight him off me. I accept what is to come, even if I know the implications of being the dragon man’s sex slave. That’s exactly what my body craves to be, my back arching off the door in a silent plea for him to touch me in the one place I need it the most.

Carding my fingers through his longer locks of dark waves, I tug gently enough to get a moment to breathe. Panting, our foreheads connect as we stare into each other’s eyes.

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