Page 75 of Brutal Alpha Dragon

As I retract my wings, Lily gasps when she realizes where we’ve landed.

“Draco…” she mutters with a stroke of fear evident in her voice. She clutches fistfuls of my sweater and stares at me with frightened eyes.

“You’re not gonna fall,” I assure her as I place my hands on her shoulders, gently coercing her to turn around. Her eyes grow wide with horror, but I’m determined to let her face this. “Trust me.”

Lily gulps as she tentatively nods. “I trust you,” she whispers as she releases my sweater and keeps her arms pressed to her sides.

I knead her shoulders when I feel her tensing, leaning at her ear to whisper. “You’re immortal now, Lily. But there’s a fire in you that burns brighter than you give yourself credit for. You’re fearless.”

“I—I am…” she says hesitantly before the ministrations of my hands on her shoulders ease her. She straightens her spine and clears her throat before dropping her gaze toward the ground. “I am,” she declares fearlessly this time.

Feeling her resolve strengthen with every breath she takes, I lean back and smile proudly. That pride swells my chest as she radiates the daring nature so innate to her.

I’d witnessed it before every time she stood up against me. Despite everything, I assumed she was just for being a human; she proved me wrong. And all those times she fainted, she was only suppressing the incarnate heroine inside of her.

The heroine to this beast who she made her hero. I am only a better man because Lily makes me want to be better. She forces me to see the world in a different scope, not as black and white as it had been for a thousand and two years.

It was my life that was measly, not her.

When I remove my hands from her shoulders, Lily turns around. The fear of falling has dissipated as she keeps her chin held high, eyes full of magnificent might.

A true Lady Dragon, even if she’s just human.

Staring at her in awe, I say, “Do you see it now, sweetheart? You are braver than you think.” I lift a hand to cradle her cheek, the warmth of her flesh traveling through my palm as I'm magnetized to her eyes.

“Thanks to you,” she confesses as she places a delicate hand over the one cradling her face.

“No, my love,” I shake my head. “It's all you. A woman capable of loving a beast like me.”

“You're not a beast, Draco.” She takes a bold step forward and crushes her lips to mine.

I grab her by the waist, pressing her flush to me as I tilt my face and deepen the kiss. Her supple frame molds against my hardness, a perfect fit as she moans into my mouth.

I drink those moans as if it’s my life force. The very essence of Lily’s being, fragrant like the flowers of the scent she exudes. And sweet like the intoxication of that scent every time it infiltrates my airways.

As the taste of her flows down my throat, I’m inebriated with the most potent intoxicant. It fills me with the most extravagant desire, an utter need to feel every inch of her warmth.

Though the ledge is narrow, Lily and I move in perfect unison, with trust spurring our every move. Trust that is solidified in our love, knowing we’ll never fall off or let the other fall.

I push her up against the stone pillar, lifting the hem of her blouse in search of her plump mounds. They feel delightfully full in my hands, her nipples erecting from my touch. Groaning into the kiss, I take her bottom lip between my teeth and gently graze the swollen bud, making her mewl.

“Draco…” she whimpers when I break the kiss. Her breath comes in hot pants as she pushes her chest forward, beckoning me to take her. Her cheeks are already flushed, the adrenaline rush of our feverish escapade almost too much to bear.

I know how unbearable it feels from the excruciating restriction around my rigid length. My erection throbs in the confines of my pants, aching to be released.

But my desire to fulfill her wanton need surpasses my own.

Slipping a hand beneath the waistband of her pants, the tip of my middle finger glides across her bundle of nerves. She whimpers in response, biting her bottom lip. I wrap my free hand around her neck, tilting her face toward me.

“Don't stifle those moans, sweetheart,” I drawl encouragingly. “You can be as loud as you want.”

She nods her concession, parting her lips to moan as I slip a finger through her folds.

“Fuck…” I grunt. “You're soaking wet, Lily.”

“Only for you, my love,” she purrs, batting her eyelids seductively. “Only for you…”

“Good,” I growl through gritted teeth like a warning as I press her up against the wall using only the prowess of my finger as I enter her essence. “You’re only allowed to drip for me.”

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