Page 112 of Cowboy Dragon's Rose

Warmth blooms inside me—stronger than before.

Not just lust. Not just gratitude. But love.

So much of it I can barely breathe around it.

I rise up on my elbow, brushing my lips over his.

“I love you, Zeke.”

His breath catches.

And then he flips us gently, like I weigh nothing. Like I’m his whole world.

“I love you more, Petals. And I’m going to show you just how much.”

His kiss is slow, reverent. He tastes me like I’m the last thing he’ll ever need.

His hands explore my body like it’s sacred ground.

I’m always so ready for him. From the second he touches me, it’s like a spark of electricity zips through my body.

I whimper and moan at his ministrations. Especially when he kisses and licks his way down my body, stopping to pay homage to my sensitive nipples.

“I fucking love how wet you are for me, Petals. So soft. So plush,” he growls before licking into my needy sex.

I swear, the man is always starved for me, and I am so there for it.

He makes me feel beautiful, wanted, loved.

I told my folks I met someone, that I’m involved and they politely wished me good luck.

Not big on romance, my parents. But it’s a start and someday I hope they’ll get to meet him.

But right now I can’t think about that because he’s plunging his thick fingers into my sheath, lapping at my clit and making me quiver as he sends me spiraling into passionate oblivion.

“Zeke! Need you,” I moan and tug on his hair, and my sexy mate grins as he crawls up my body, spreading my thighs farther apart with his big hands.

“I got you, Petals. Hold on to me,” he growls and when he sinks inside me, it’s perfect.

Neither gentle nor frenzied.

It’s somewhere in between. It’s Zeke knowing exactly how I need him.

He moves with care and command, every stroke a promise.

My body arches into him, finding that perfect rhythm, and I feel everything.

The relief of safety. The ache of healing. The overwhelming rush of being wanted this much.

His cock pulses inside me as he angles his hips and strokes along that hidden spot inside.

Stars explode behind my eyes, and sooner than I mean to, I start to come.

“Look at me, Petals. Let me see what I do to you,” he growls, and my gaze locks onto his.

“That’s it. Give it to me. Mine. Wanna fly right into the sun with you, Mate,” he grunts, and I swear, as he starts to fill me with hot ropes of his cum, I come even harder.

After who knows how long, Zeke slides out of me and grabs a warm washcloth from the bathroom.

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