Page 25 of Curvy Girl and the Single Dad Dragon
But as we walk the short path to the guest house, I can't deny whatever is happening and growing between us.
Damon Thorne is nothing like the men I've known before—boys, really, compared to him. He carries himself with a confidence that comes from centuries of experience, not arrogance. Every move he makes is right and sure, as if he's constantly aware of his own power.
And God, is he handsome. The moonlight catches in his dark hair and illuminates the sharp angles of his face. His golden eyes seem to glow in the darkness, and I remember how they brightened when he summoned that flame, how the embers danced around his head like a crown of fire.
Since that moment, I've been fighting an increasingly losing battle with my own body. I've always been hornier than most—embarrassingly so, according to my last boyfriend who seemed to think my natural lubrication was somehow excessive. I'd learned to be self-conscious about it, but right now, I couldn't care less. My body is reacting to Damon in ways I've never experienced before.
We reach the door to the guest house too quickly. I turn to face him, reluctant to end our evening despite knowing we both need time to process what's happening between us.
"Thank you for walking me back," I say, my voice sounding breathier than I intended.
"My pleasure."
His deep voice seems to rumble through me, sending another wave of heat to my core, and, at this point, I’m way past dripping. I shift slightly, pressing my thighs together to ease the ache building there. "Well... goodnight, then."
He nods, but neither of us moves. The tension between us is palpable, crackling like the embers that floated from his fire.
I should go inside. I should say goodnight properly and close the door and take a very cold shower. Instead, I find myself leaning toward him, drawn by some invisible force I can't resist.
His lips meet mine again, and this time there's nothing kind about the kiss. His mouth is hot, demanding, his large hand coming up to cradle the back of my head. I press myself against him, feeling the solid wall of his chest, the incredible heat of his body.
When we finally break apart, I'm dizzy with want. I fumble with the door handle, needing to escape before I do something truly reckless, like invite a dragon into my bed on our first real day of knowing each other.
I step inside the guest house but turn back to say goodnight one last time. To my surprise, Damon remains on the threshold, his expression intense, almost scary. His golden eyes are glowing now, not with magic but with something equally powerful.
"Is everything okay?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
He takes a deep breath, and his nostrils flare slightly. "I'm having... difficulty maintaining control."
"Control?" I repeat, confused.
"Dragon senses," he says, his voice rougher than before. "I can smell your arousal, Luna. And it's getting stronger."
Heat floods my face as embarrassment and excitement war within me.
"Oh God, I'm sorry, I didn't—"
"Don't apologize," he interrupts, taking a step toward me. "It's intoxicating. Like honey and spice and something uniquely you."
I swallow hard, my heart pounding against my ribs. "Damon, I—"
He moves with inhuman speed, suddenly standing before me when he was at the door a moment ago. I gasp, startled by the display of his supernatural abilities.
"W-what are you doing?" I stutter, backing up until my legs hit the couch.
"Taking what belongs to me," he growls, his voice deeper, rougher than I've ever heard it. Then he blinks, and something changes in his expression. "If you'll allow it," he adds, a hint of the gentleman I know returning.
I should be scared. I should be running. Instead, I'm melting under his gaze, practically vibrating with need. He's like something straight out of the fantasy novels I love—powerful, ancient, dangerous—but he's real. And he wants me.
"Yes," I whisper, the word escaping before I can overthink it.
He scoops me into his arms, one strong forearm supporting my weight while his other hand gently brushes my hair away from my face. I feel weightless in his embrace, completely at his mercy.
"You can stop me at any time," he says, his eyes searching mine. "Say the word, and this ends."
"I don't want it to end," I assure him, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I want you, Damon."
That's all the permission he needs. He carries me to the bedroom as if I weigh nothing, laying me gently on the bed before joining me. The mattress dips significantly under his weight, reminding me again of how much larger, stronger he is than me.
