Page 22 of Wynter and the Stone Dragon

Even tired and disheveled, she wanted him. She entwined her fingers with his and guided him toward his bedroom.

She could have used a spell to remove his clothing, but there was a unique intimacy in undressing him. She kept her eyes on his face as she began unwrapping his robe. It fell to the floor and revealed a long-sleeved linen shirt that buttoned down the front.

His breathing increased as she undid each button, kissing his heated flesh as it was exposed. She dropped the shirt onto his discarded robe. Her lips parted in wonder as she lightly caressed his shoulders and ribcage.

She brushed the light matting of hair on his chest with her lips and stopped at his taut nipple. Unable to resist, she flicked it with her tongue.

“By the sands of the desert, Wynter, you don’t know what you are doing to me,” he groaned, his head falling forward and his face stiff with need.

“I do, because you do the same thing to me,” she murmured.

She undid the button of his trousers, and they fell to the floor around his ankles. With a wave of her hand, his clothing disappeared along with hers. They reappeared on a nearby chair. She was growing impatient for him.

The sound of Khalid’s groan filled the room. He could no longer hold himself back. He had to touch her. Wynter reveled in the sensation of his rough hands against her soft skin. She grasped his hand and pulled him into the bathroom.

The water in the shower automatically turned on as they stepped into it. Cold water turned warm as she wrapped one hand around Khalid’s neck, pulling his head down to her, and gripping his throbbing cock with the other.

“I need you, too, Khalid,” she whispered against his lips.

Wynter had never been so sure of anything in her life. She caressed Khalid’s wet flesh, memorizing every inch of him.

She didn’t know how long they could be together. If she had her way, it would be forever—yet, she also knew that would be impossible.

“Wynter,” Khalid groaned.

He cupped her breasts and locked onto one of her taut nipples with his lips while pinching the other between his index finger and thumb. Her hips jerked forward in response, her breath coming in pants as the fire of need ripped through her body and settled like molten lava between her legs.

She rocked her hips in an instinctive dance, desperation flooding her body. His hand slid between her legs, and she shifted her grip to his shoulders as he caressed her.

“Please, Khalid,” she moaned.

Khalid cursed and straightened. He quickly soaped down his body before rinsing. Turning off the shower, he grabbed two of the towels. Wynter shook her head and whispered a chant.

Water droplets rose from their bodies, swirling together until they formed a tiny waterspout and splashed down the drain. Khalid’s eyes widened, but he didn’t say a thing. He stepped out of the shower, scooped her up into his arms, and strode to his bedroom.

He laid her down on the covers before falling over her with a deluge of hungry, passionate kisses that left her trembling with need. She could feel his thick cock pressing against the inside of her leg. She scored his back with her nails, needing him to fill her.

“I have to… I need your… pleasure… first,” he gritted out.

She cupped his cheeks, looking up at him with glowing emerald eyes filled with love. His desire for her and his need to ensure her pleasure were gifts that she would always hold dear to her heart. Sliding her hand down between them, she guided his shaft to her ready channel.

“Together, Khalid. We will find our pleasure together,” she breathed.

She pulled his head down, kissing him, and wound her legs around his waist, opening her body to him. When he filled her, the exquisite sensation of him filling her—stretching her—sent her over the precipice.

She arched backward, lifting her hips and driving him through the barrier of her virginity, squeezing him as she came. Gasping for breath, she held him as he rocked into her. The flash of pain turned to intense pleasure as Khalid moved.

“Oh, Khalid, I love you,” Wynter cried out.

Her body was shattering around her as an intense orgasm washed through her in waves. Khalid held her tighter, and his strokes became harder, deeper, and more frenzied. She watched his face in a haze of passion, his eyes closed, his expression tensing, and his lips parted for a moment before he cried out.

Wynter felt his cock pulsing inside of her, and she tightened her arms around him to keep him locked to her. Her heart swelled when he collapsed, holding her to him as if he would never let her go.

“You must never leave me. I love you,habibi,” he said in a hoarse voice.

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An hour and a half later, Khalid shut the door behind him, breathing deeply to keep control of his raging emotions. He was late for the meeting he had scheduled with Giaf, Adham, and his guards. He rested his hand on the door, remembering how beautiful Wynter looked lying in his bed.

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