Page 37 of The Dragon 2
It grew and it was divine.
Mmmm.
Her nipples hardened, straining against the thin fabric of her dress. The linen stuck to her sweat-slicked brown skin, and she realized—mortified and awestruck—that she was wet between her legs.
Something that never happened often.
She had never lain with a man.
Never been kissed.
Never even dared to dream of such things.
But this?
This feelinghadto be what they meant when they talked about pleasure. This was euphoric bliss—not taken or stolen, not granted by a lover’s hand—but somehow made by her magic.
Oh my. . .
She parted her lips and darted her tongue out, tasting the soot and cold that still clung to her lips.
More ribbons of bliss moved up her core.
A moan nearly escaped.
Control yourself.
She began to breathe through her nose, trying to ground herself as the high of magic roared through her body.
And yet. . .
She also didn’t want to come down.
She wanted more.
Was it because my power met Korin’s power? Is that the difference?
The memory of it—of the moment her power surged, tore free, and struck that dragon—lit her from the inside out.
She hadtouchedsomething ancient and divine.
And gods help her, Korin had somehow touched her back.
Her skin still hummed from him. Her thighs pressed tighter. Her hands shook with restraint as she lifted them again, watching silver veins pulse beneath her skin like river paths across a moonlit map.
The Lowly girl no one saw. . .
Had made a god shudder.
Had stopped flame with ice.
Had felt more alive than ever before.
And oh, it was dangerous.
Because now she craved it.
From what she had understood about magic, this sort of power was supposed to be a quiet thing, bound in scrolls andincantations. Cold and clinical in the hands of the King’s elite mages.
