Page 59 of A Witch and Her Dragon
And I do just that.
His cock fills my mouth, and I do everything I can not to choke on him. The gentle pressure on my head intensifies. In response, I feel my pussy flutter, and I wonder what it would feel like to have him inside me.
The thought makes me suck him harder, my tongue dragging along his cock as I work him in and out of my mouth. I’m moaning now, little sounds that slip out as I lap at him, trying so hard to give him what he just gave me.
I’ve never cum so hard before. And I want to make him cum for me.
The thought makes me wet again.
At once, his fingers tighten in my hair and his cock goes impossibly hard. I’m not sure what’s happening. Then heat spills across my tongue. I’m surprised by it, enough so that some slips out the corner of my mouth, but I swallow the rest down, maintaining my pace as he moans, the sounds of his pleasure filling the quiet greenhouse. My knees dig into the dirt, pebbles biting my skin, but I don’t care. I’d have stayed on my knees all night if it meant I could finally tastehim like this.
He’s still in my mouth, yet I’m already thinking of doing it again, am already yearning for more.
What has he done to me?
When he’s left gasping, I lean back, releasing his cock from between my lips. My gaze turns up to him in the cold silver light.
When he meets my eyes, his are flecked with gold, and they fluctuate between narrow slits and dilated pupils. It’s like I’m seeing his dragon for brief moments at a time as it fights to break through, but he successfully pushes it down, though not without the chain burning bright around his throat.
As he catches his breath, he reaches down to ease me to my feet, his hands coming around my head to cradle my face. With one thumb, he wipes the moisture from my lips.
“Are you okay?” he asks, voice gravelly. “Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head. “No. I’m fine.” I glance down at him. He’s still hard but growing softer by the moment. “Was that...” My heart is still thrumming, and I swallow hard. “Was it okay?” I ask. “Did I do it right?”
Raelan smiles. And it’s a stunning smile. Maybe the most genuine smile he’s ever given me. “Is that a joke?”
My cheeks flare with warmth. “What? No. I—”
He cuts me off with a kiss, his lips crushing against mine as if we need each other to breathe.
Maybe I do.
The thought is both terrifying and exhilarating.
I soften against him, and when he pulls away, he’s smiling.
“It was fucking amazing,” he says, and by the look in his eyes and the light trembling of his hands on either side of my face, I’m inclined to believe him.
Then my gaze goes to his throat. The chain has only a subtle glow now, but I can see clearly the seared skin beneath, and it makes my stomach twist. “You’re the one who’s hurt.”
Raelan seems to notice his injury only after I point it out. He reaches up to touch the metal and winces, expression morphing into one of pain. “I’ll be fine,” he says. “It’ll heal. Just need time.”
“I can help. I learned a healing salve in herbology.”
“You don’t need to. Really. I—”
“Your duty is to me, right?” I ask.
He arches a dark brow at me.
“Then I order you to allow me to help you.”
His eyes narrow, still flecked with shimmering shards of gold. Then he lets out a sigh and tugs his trousers back up, securing them around his waist.
“Very well, Your Highness. I’ll allow you to heal me.”
Chapter 26
