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“Sir?” Wide, unsure eyes met his as she twisted to find his face.

“You know what comes next.” He couldn’t wait to get back inside her. “And you know I won’t try anal again until you’re ready.”

Her faltering expression suggested that day might never come, but Draco begged to differ. It would come, and as he rolled the protection over his engorged dick, he knew it wouldn’t be long until he did, as well.

Her half smile relayed her relief as he settled into place behind her. She looked gorgeous, her scarlet backside only heightening his need as the tip of his cock found its way between her lips.

“I’m not going to be gentle.” The vow was a dark promise as he lunged deep inside her, her guttural gasp a testament to his intention.

“Yes, sir.” Jesus. Her eyes were half closed as he took his fill, her thoughts settling as her soaking cunt heightened his need.

Squeezing around him, she urged him to find his brink sooner rather than later, but he fought the impulse to empty his balls on demand. Draco had waited for his pleasure, and he deserved to enjoy it. Diving deep until his balls skimmed the underside of her, he grasped her hair once more, relishing the soft strands as his digits stiffened and eased her head back.

She moaned at the act, but didn’t try to resist as he pounded her pussy.

“I love this, little girl.” The admission was instinctual as he claimed her, his need to fill and own her overwhelming his senses.

This was what he wanted, what he needed, and what he would fight to keep.

To the man who’d harmed the woman he craved he had one message.

Alex had better keep moving.

His dragon was not known for forgiveness.

Chapter Fifteen

Moira

“ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?” Draco’s voice was distant, yet his tone was warm, reminding her of a crackling fire on a cold night.

“Hmmm?” She sighed, her eyes refusing to open at his prompt.

The swell of contentment rising from within her was unusual. It wasn’t the satisfaction she’d felt when she’d come first in her law class, or the thrill of finishing a case. It was something else. Something warmer. Something better.

“Moira.”

She heard the amusement in his voice and felt his hard body as it shifted around her, but still couldn’t persuade her eyes to open.

“Moira.” His lips pressed to the side of her face. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay, sir.”

She didn’t know if she should still use the term, but leaning against him, she realized she’d only employed it because she wanted to. He’d collected her in a heap after he’d climaxed, wrapping her up in a soft blanket and holding her in his arms. She’d lost time there, uncertain of anything except the comfortable affection they seemed to have created.

Affection?

The word should have startled her, but snuggling against him, she couldn’t think to care. Draco had referred to interactions like this as one-night stands, but the fuzzy feeling swelling in her was far from how she imagined those cold and impersonal encounters to be like. Plus, this was their second time together. The second time he’d pinned her down and blown her mind, so surely that ruled out the idea altogether?

“You’re quiet.” There was no judgment in his voice, only perhaps a flicker of concern.

“I’m euphoric.” Had she just said that?

A deep, dark part of her brain told her to be embarrassed at the admission, that she should be ashamed to confess how she felt, but the waves of calm serenity ensured her otherwise.

Moira liked the sense of authority he held over her, even though there was no logical cue for her to do so. She didn’t understand her body’s response, didn’t know why the spanking had turned her on so much or why his tenderness made her smile, but she didn’t have regrets.

It was just as Draco had suggested. The ‘why’ didn’t matter, and for the first time in her life, she was focused not on the cases and arguments, but on her feelings.

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