Page 57 of Dance with the Dragon Duke

Tomorrow lay in the meadow afterward, overly full, watching the stars. Swaying blades of grass tickled her bare arms and legs. The scent of wildflowers and overly ripe citrus—the pleasing smell of her familiar—filled her nose. Dark leaned in the doorway of his tower, peering at her, the hint of a smile in the corner of his mouth.

Ruby jabbered happily about her fairy friends.

You can go to them, Tomorrow told her.We never need to say goodbye now because a piece of us is always together. That doesn’t mean you can’t visit with the rest of your bibka as often as you like.

Ruby gave her cheek a love bite that smarted fiercely. Then she zipped off, a blur of black wings, toward the waterfall.

The weight of Dark’s eyes put a flutter in Tomorrow’s belly. Glancing at him silhouetted in the doorway of the tower, she wondered if she’d just stolen a glimpse of her forever. The hope in his midnight eyes was so bright, it was impossible to look anywhere else.

Dark crooked a finger at her and disappeared inside.

Tomorrow glided to her feet. Her steps were silent across the pasture. When she entered, she found him at the top of the stairs, hovering there. Sans his waistcoat, he was temptation incarnate.

He untucked his shirt and started on the buttons, and Tomorrow swallowed, her mouth suddenly parched. When his shirt was open, exposing his smooth chest and the familiar trail of scales down his stomach, he moved out of sight.

Every stair brought her closer to him, and each step released more and more butterflies inside her belly.

“Getting ready for bed so soon?” she teased.

“It sounded like a good idea. Would you like to join me?”

“Always,” she purred.

“Always it’ll be, then,” he said. He shouldered out of his shirt, worked down his trousers and drawers, and crawled under the silk sheets.

Tomorrow dropped her underthings and left them on the ground as she crossed the room. Climbing in beside him, she pulled her shift off over her head, then shook her short hair loose. The linen swooped toward the floor, as light as spider silk.

Over the sheets, she straddled his waist, sitting back on her knees. His tail made itself known, stirring under the bedding, rising like the fin of a shark cutting through water.

Cool air raised gooseflesh across her skin, and her bare nipples hardened, drawing his eyes.

Her fingertips were light, skimming along the plane of his chest. “What does a dragon crave the very most from his mate?”

“Dragons are hard beings,” he confessed. “They spend most of their lives fighting for dominance. Everything is a battle; the war never stops. But I don’t want what other dragons want.”

Tomorrow found his nipple and circled it. “Then what does my dragon want? Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”

“Tenderness,” he said, and his voice broke on the word.

She moved her fingers in sweet circles along the sides of his temples. “My perfect prince,” she said softly. “I will gladly give you tenderness.”

She started at the tips of his horns, stroking along the ribbed scales. She ran her fingers through his hair, pushing the bronze strands off his brow. She traced a line down the bridge of his nose, and his eyes closed. Tomorrow trailed honeyed touches over his cheeks and down his throat. She explored the dips and valleys of his hard body. She circled the scales on his chest and stomach, luxuriating in the pleasure-filled little breaths that puffed out of him like small prayers.

“You deserve tenderness,” she told him. “I’ll show you all that I’ve got and more.”

Dark gripped her thighs as she continued her sensual massage until she’d touched every last part of him. When she tried to caress his tail, it grabbed her, wrapping her wrist, then her arm. Around her back, then across her bottom.

She sniggered when she tried to pet the great length and it went around her face briefly. Tomorrow kissed his scales, and the coiled muscles released her.

Dark’s laugh shook the bed. “It’s a reflex.”

“I love it,” she said, pulling the bedsheets farther down.

She repositioned herself over his hips. He was hot and hard, and she was beyond ready for him. Hands resting low on his chest, she sunk down, taking him deep. His head and horns went back against the pillows. As she found her rhythm, he stroked her breasts.

Resting a palm over his heart for balance, she cupped the top of her sex. Dark’s groan made her pulse surge. He bucked his hips so hard her small breasts bounced. Holding her by her waist while she pleasured herself, he drove up into her, deep thrusts that knocked desperate gasps out of her and made her toes curl into the bedding.

She rode him until mewls and moans turned into cries and pleas.

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