Page 64 of A Dagger of Twisted Starlight

“I could have guessed from the second I laid eyes on my slightly awkward but extremely sexy client.”

“Sexy, huh?”

“The sexiest.” I placed two fingers under his chin as I examined his face. “You’re beautiful, Blake. In a way that would rivalthe finest painting. Yes, you have a kind heart and a welcoming soul, and that all enhances the physical features that drew me in like a crackling hearth in the dead of winter. You have beautiful lips, arresting eyes, a smile that could melt a glacier, hair that always looks styled whether you just woke up or stepped out of the shower. You’re perfect, Blake. In every way, shape, and form. I’m lucky to have you at my side.”

A rosy pink blush took over half of Blake’s face, creeping down his neck. “You’re going to make me haywire, X. Either that or you’re going to make me self-destruct.”

“I’m serious. About every word I said. You are perfect. You are everything.”

You are mine.

The thought came unbidden and carried with it an ocean’s worth of truth. I had to speak it, had to cement this. “Blake… I’ve found someone special in you, and I don’t want to let that go. Whether my contract to protect you is up or not, I want to be by your side and you by mine.”

He blinked a couple of times as the weight of my words settled onto him. “Are you—is this—are you asking me to be your boyfriend?”

“Would the answer be yes if I were?”

His grin spread across his face like light from a rising sun. “It’s a definite yes.”

My heart warmed, and I could feel a similar flush of heat cross against my chest. It wasn’t from being bashful or shy; it came from excitement, from flames that roared between my ribs, inside of my heart. I may not have been a fire dragon, but I contained an entire blaze inside of me that only Blake could quench.

My hand went back to his neck as I leaned forward and claimed him with a kiss that only fanned the wildfire. He gripped my bicep, squeezing. I pushed my tongue between his lips, dancing with his, tasting him.

Instantly, I became rock fucking hard. His lips on mine cast a spell of absolute lust over me. I moaned into his mouth. He dropped a hand between my legs, finding my arousal, squeezing. He answered me with a moan of his own. I swallowed it hungrily.

I had wanted this from the moment we met; I just hadn’t known it back then. But this kiss that cemented our bond had been written in the stars. It was our destiny to come together, and tonight, I had plans to make us fulfill that destiny in more ways than one.

I took off his shirt, laid him back on the bed, took off his shorts. I took a second to stand and get completely naked, my cock jutting out, before I got back onto the bed. I rubbed his legs and watched as his bulge responded, his cock straining against his light blue briefs. I smiled as his eyes locked with mine.

“Look at how sexy you are,” I said, reaching down and massaging his feet. He dropped his head back on a pillow and shut his eyes.

“I want you, X. I want you to give it to me tonight. Fuck me.”

I arched a brow, my smirk turning devilish. “Oh, really?”

“Yes, please, I want to give you my virginity. I trust you to take it. To make me feel good.”

I leaned down, caging his body underneath mine. I pushed his legs open with mine and rutted my hips. Heresponded with a whimper that nearly had me self-combusting.

He reached down and pulled off his briefs. The warmth from our stiff cocks rubbing together was heavenly. I kept us there, locked together, as I embraced him, kissing him. Licking his chin, sucking on his neck, getting him used to feeling me on top of him. His hands roamed my body, squeezing on my back and kneading my ass, spreading me apart. He thrust upward, pressing himself against me.

I put two fingers against his lower lip before I slid them into his mouth. He sucked them, swirling his tongue around my fingers. “That’s it, make them nice and wet.”

He smiled around my fingers before I pulled them out and brought them down between his legs. I went underneath his balls and slipped underneath him, finding his tight hole. He gasped as I pressed against him.

“That’s it, relax, breathe into my touch.”

He did as I asked. I circled his hole before I teased him with the tip of one finger. His eyes opened wide. “Go slow,” he said, breathy.

“Of course. Tell me whenever something hurts or feels uncomfortable, and I’ll adjust. This is about you.”

“That feels great,” he said, eyes rolling back as I pushed my finger in deeper.

“You’re so tight, Blake.” His body opened for me. I rubbed against his inner walls, feeling the velvety smooth muscle react to my touch. I sunk in deeper, and his eyes widened.

“Ow, whoa, that hurt.”

“Sorry,” I said, slowly pulling out. “Here, I’ve got an idea on how we can get you more relaxed.”

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