Page 58 of Dance with the Dragon Duke

“That’s right. Louder for me, Sunshine,” he begged, and she obeyed.

She shouted his name. Called him her prince. Promised him tenderness until the end of time. Told him he fucked like he was made by the divines to do nothing else. And when he roared with his release, the pulse of his cock inside her pushed her over her peak.

She fell headfirst into a pleasure so vast she thought for a moment she’d floated off the bed. Collapsing over him, her sensitive breasts pillowed against his hot chest.

Still panting, Dark pulled the covers over them both. Pressed together, their heartbeats slowed into a matching rhythm, and they slept.

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It was hard to tell time in the hoard. Tomorrow awoke hungry at what she hoped was close to breakfast. She reached beside her in the bed, stroking Dark’s muscled arm. He was deep asleep.

Not wanting to disturb him, she untangled herself from his tail with great difficulty. The supple thing could be quite stubborn. Then she pulled on her shift, found her drawers, and made for the bottom of the tower.

When she reached the door, it was locked.

“Well, drat.” Rolling her eyes, she stomped back upstairs.

Dark must have heard her. He was sitting up now, scratching his chest. “Do you need something?”

“Breakfast and a change of clothes,” she said, waving down the tower steps. “If you’ll give it your permission to open, or whatever it is you do, I’ll have at it.”

A snarl reverberated low in his throat.

Tomorrow frowned. “Did you just growl at me, dragon man?”

Dark frowned right back and forcefully patted the empty space beside him. “I’ll get you whatever you need. Come back to bed.”

Tomorrow folded her arms over her chest. “Dark, you may not hoard me without my permission. I forbid it. Open the door.”

He stared at her like he was considering her words. While the staring competition carried on, she tapped her foot at him impatiently.

“Is this new possessiveness because we made love?” she guessed.

His returning smirk was wistful. “There’s nothing new about my possessiveness. I don’t enjoy letting things I cherish out of my hoard. You know that.”

“Better get over the impulse,” she grumped. “That is, if you want to make love more often.”

His eyes narrowed. “No.”

“No?” she scoffed. “Dark, I’m being quite serious here!”

He shook his head. “No. If I get my hands on you, I can change your mind.”

Tomorrow spluttered. Considering his naked, well-muscled glory, she decided he might be right.

“Fine then.” She jabbed a finger at his beloved telescope. “Let me out, or I’ll turn all the knobs. I bet it took ages to get everything right where you want them for the lenses. For good measure, I’ll push it down the stairs afterward.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” he groused.

Lips pursed, she marched defiantly toward his telescope.

He erupted from the bed. Tomorrow let out a delighted shriek and shot down the stairs. On the first floor, she stepped in a plate of old food. It slowed her down, and he caught up to her.

Dark was right.

The moment he got his hands all over her, she changed her mind.

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