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“I’ve been dying to do this. And now I’m so close and scared I’ll mess up.”

He looked up at me, his split tongue wetting the scaly lips.

“I’m not here to judge your performance, Scales. Don’t bite me and we’re all good.”

The Dragon between my thighs snorted. “What if I cannot give you any pleasure at all?” He averted his eyes and pecked the inside of my leg again.

“Taran?” I waited until he met my gaze. “We’re both adults, yeah?” He gave a tiny nod.

“If there’s anything I need you to do, I’ll tell you. It’s okay.” I reached out to cup the side of his face, brushing the bulge over his eye with my thumb.

“It’s just…I haven’t done this in a couple of years.”

“Years? Like, any of it or just eating someone out?” I spluttered, sitting up straighter and bringing my core closer to his mouth. He didn’t need to answer. “How did you survive?”

“I waited for you,” he whispered, tongue darting out to taste my skin, and a growl rumbled deep in his chest.

“You said you were going to die if you couldn’t get to eat me.”

Fuck.My voice was so freaking lewd.

“We wouldn’t want that, would we? I don’t think I’ll survive without your mouth on me, either.”

Taran gave me a half smile and leaned in the remaining inches.

“Let me save you from that terrible fate, my sweet human.”

Chapter Twenty

Taran

“Oh God, Scales,” Maeve groaned, steadying herself with one hand behind her back and palming the top of my head with the other.

I saw her core contract at my words and felt like the luckiest Dragon in the world.

My talisman.

I would get to feel her silky heat on my lips and my tongue in a moment.

Her arousal coated the insides of her thighs already, and to give myself more time to find my balls again, I cleaned her with long licks.

May the Moon Goddess have mercy on me.

Her scent was the most alluring thing I had ever smelled. And her taste… I would never forget the way she tasted.

“Lie back, sweetling. I’ve got you.”

“Oh fuck, Taran,” she moaned, shifting her hips as if she was trying to draw my attention to her slick core.

Don’t fret, my love. You have all of me under your spell.

“Baby, please, don’t edge me,” Maeve huffed, wriggling some more as I slowly kissed my way up her thigh.

“Edge? I’m not edging you. Yet. I’m merely savouring your scent and the view before I’ll indulge in your sweet cunt.”

Her muscles clenched again, as if they were trying to draw me inside.

She’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.

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