Page 70 of Oath of Rebellion

Then she kissed his temple where the scales began, startling him. He froze in her hands.

"Truly, you are one sexy dragon that I can't wait to ride," she whispered, her breath warm on the scales.

His heart raced and adrenaline began to snake through his stomach, twisting and turning as his dick grew to painful proportions. He licked his lips, keeping his head down, his eyes closed to focus on her hands, lips, breath, and words.

"Do you want that?" she asked.

He grunted. "Damn right I do."

"You don't have to go to Hartsgrove if you don't want to. We can look for answers at the palace after my brother leaves on his honeymoon. Assuming we make it out of the forest alive."

He straightened, stepping back a step and staring down at her intently. "We'll make it. I'll protect you, princess, and keep you safe."

Her eyes softened, and her hands fell to rest on his chest. "Well, when we do, I'm going to take you up on that offer of mutual exploration."

She wiggled her brows and winked.

He snorted a laugh, thankfully with no gas, and she grinned. Her face was in shadow, but he could see the twinkle in her eye. The heat from her hand sent awareness down his chest and straight to his dick.

He wanted her hands on him everywhere. He ached for her, this princess who was the exact opposite of every expectation.

She wasn't some cold, calculating princess, out of reach of mere peasants like him.

No, she was alive and very real, warm and welcoming. He reached out a hand and wrapped it around her waist. Her eyes widened as his hands slid down to cup her juicy derrière. Then she grinned and tilted her head, arching her back and wiggling as he squeezed.

"Ah, are you an ass man?"

He shrugged. "I don't know, but I'd love to find out."

She grasped his shirt and grinned, her eyes glittering in anticipation and desire. Her hands on his chest were so small, it made him feel like he needed to be gentle with her.

But she was no damsel in distress.

He grinned down at her. "We could do that right now, if you like?"

Her brows rose, and her arms slid up around his neck. He wanted to kiss her ripe lips. They called to him, and his own tingled.

"Maybe we can explore now and still keep you safe," he whispered, afraid to hope as his heart raced.

He dipped his head, sliding his mouth along her jaw to her ear. "What do you say, princess?"

"What kind of exploring do you want, big guy? I've never done anything outside before. How do you want to do things? What things do you want to explore? Where– oh," she broke off on a moan as his lips latched onto her ear lobe.

He sucked softly, and her hands clenched on his shirt. He pressed her closer, desperate to feel more of her. He licked his way down her neck, her pulse drawing him closer.

He flattened his tongue and licked up to the spot under her ear. "Hm, you taste so good, princess. Will you give me more?"

He straightened, still holding onto her, their bodies pressed so close yet not nearly close enough. He wanted to feel her naked against him.

But this wasn't the time or the place. Hells, for his first time, he probably wouldn't last long at all even after the release last night in the barn. He needed her, though.

Her blue gray eyes blinked up at him, her gaze hazy with desire.

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