Page 93 of Consort's Dragon
His queen.
The woman he’d braved Verlora for.
The lady he’d bargained with a dragon to save.
The love he’d been waiting for.
“Do you want dinner or shall we adjourn, wife?”He tested the word aloud.
“I’m not hungry for food,” she murmured.
When he scooped her into his arms, she gasped and his crew cheered which led to a rosy hue on her cheeks.Griff took Avera straight to his cabin and, once inside, locked the door and leaned against it.
Avera ducked her head shyly.“Hi.”
For some reason that made him chuckle.“Hello, wife.”
Her lips curved.“I can’t believe we’re married.”
“No regrets, I hope?”
She shook her head.“No.There was a time where the idea repugned,” to which she hurriedly added, “but that was before we met.There was something about you.I couldn’t ever seem to get you out of my mind.When I thought you’d died…”
“And I found out you’d been abducted.Worst feeling in the world.But look at us.Alive.Together.Married.”He winked.
“Now what?”
“Now we make the most of the time we have before the disaster.”He drew her close and dipped his head for a kiss.
It started out slow and sensual, but as their blood heated, their hands began to clutch and stroke.
A man of experience, Griff had kissed plenty of women before, but none had the ability to ignite every inch of his being like Avera.Having her in his arms made him want to rush, to sheathe himself in her body, and claim her as his.
However, he couldn’t lose control.She remained innocent.As it was her first time, and their first time together, he wanted it to be memorable.
He slid his hands down her back, gliding over the silken material of her gown to cup the firmness of her buttocks.He tugged her hard against him, and she gasped, a hot exhalation against his lips.
He tugged at the fabric, inching it upwards until he could palm her cheeks, the thin material covering them a temporary impediment.He walked her backwards to his bed before spinning her.He made quick work of the laces holding the dress in place.The fabric slid from her shoulders and hit the floor, leaving her only in her undergarments.
He leaned in to kiss the smooth exposed skin of her shoulder and she shivered.The straps to her chemise slid down her arms as he removed it.Her underpants followed, leaving her nude.Only then did he turn her to face him, tilting her chin to drop a kiss on her lips.
“I feel underdressed compared to you,” she murmured.
“Then feel free to rectify that.”
She hesitated only a moment before she pulled at his jacket, the thick brocade too warm for this climate but the fanciest thing he owned.She unlaced his shirt, and he helped her to pull it off.
“You’re very muscled,” she observed, trailing her hands over his chest, causing his cock to twitch.
“And you are perfect,” was his reply.He unfastened his britches but kept them on as he sat on the bed, tugging her into his lap, turning her so she sat astride him.
He gripped her rounded ass as he kissed her some more, and she squirmed atop him, causing him to shudder as his cock swelled in anticipation.
Their teeth clanged as their embrace grew more frantic.She made tiny sounds as she ground herself against him, innocent and yet her body knew what it wanted.The pebbles of her nipples pressed against his chest and he suddenly had a need to taste them.
He leaned her back, one hand holding her so she wouldn’t slide from his lap as he exposed her breasts to him, a pert handful with large pink nipples that tightened as he stared.He ran the pad of his thumb over a bud and she trembled.He leaned in for a lick, the wet dart of his tongue causing her to cry out then moan as he latched on and sucked.He toyed with her nipples, lavishing them both with attention, tugging them into his mouth, biting down gently.
Her excitement made her wet enough he felt it through the breeches that strained over his engorged cock.
