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My breath caught.
“Can I taste you here?” His tone suggested he was entranced, like I was perfection in his eyes.
“Please.” I grasped his head as he dipped to take one of my aching nubs into his mouth. He nibbled, and pulses shot between my thighs. “Dolyn.” I whispered his name, my head tipping back.
He cupped my sex, and I shifted, needy as hell. He slid two fingers into me and suckled on my nipple at the same time with deep, coaxing pulls.
Whimpering, I grabbed at his hair. “I’m gonna come again,” I half-choked on the words, laughter and a sob of astonishment and complete joy mixing inside my throat.
“Mmm.” He hummed, crooked his fingertips inside me, and I cried out, my core clenching, desperate to keep a part of him inside me. Shudders rippled through me, but Dolyn held me firm, cradling me until I settled.
I blinked, my eyes and mind sleepy from pleasure as I peered up at him. “This is brand new, and I’m scared as hell about what I’m feeling, but I’m falling in love with you, Dolyn Kemmerly.”
A soft smile made his eyes glow—and my pussy squeezed around his fingers again. He stroked me twice through the wetness. “I’ve already fallen, Ashley O’Connor.”
“Will you get naked with me?” I asked, tugging at the collar of his shirt. “I want your skin against mine.”
He pressed a chaste kiss to my lips and lay me down beside Vanni.
I rolled to my side, my back against my master’s warm body, hands beneath my cheek as I watched.
Dolyn took his time unbuttoning his shirt, his focus on my face as he stripped. I’d expected arrogance, a knowing look in his eye, as he unveiled his god-like body to me. He simply peered at me with adoration, the warm fuzzies in my belly tingling from our happiness like a rainbow swirling around us.
Smooth, hairless skin covered muscle and bone. His upper body appeared to be sculpted out of pure gold and hard as granite. A waterfall of muscle led down his core to his groin. His naked cock hung heavy between thick thighs.
Arousal attempted to wake me up, but a yawn cracked my jaw as my body settled deeper into the mattress.
Dolyn smiled while climbing onto the bed and fitting me against his chest. Regardless of his firm muscles, the warmth of his skin made me want to snuggle in closer. Deeper.
How had I gone without physical contact for so many years?
My throat tightened as I rubbed my face over his pec, the thrum of his heartbeat soothing to my ear.
We touched from shoulders to knees, and he slid one of his legs between mine as though feeling the same need as I did. “Is this all right?” he murmured against my hair, his breath hot enough shivers slid down my spine.
“More than,” I murmured, snuggling into his warmth. The scent of campfire and cedar filled my lungs, and I sighed as a sense of coming home swept over me.
“Sleep, my female.” Dolyn kissed my hair again, and I obeyed like the good girl Vanni always claimed me to be.
Chapter 21
Vanni
I dreamed of a golden dragon capturing my gaze—ensnaring me entirely—and he held me enthralled with his sheer size looming over me. The energy emanating off him caught my breath. His scales rippled like a bend of light beneath my hand, and he purred as though enjoying my petting as much as I did the heat beneath my touch.
Fear of such a beast should have made me sweat, quake in my dream—I definitely wasn’t awake. No such beast existed in real life.
I grabbed his lower jaw in both my hands and peered into his glowing gold eyes, the black slits of his pupils swirling with a darkness I recognized in myself.
Mine, a voice deep and full of conviction spoke inside my head.
“Mine,” I echoed out loud, peering into those arresting eyes of singeing sunlight and heat.
The dragon’s hot breath woofed over my face, scented with brimstone—and sex.
My cock hardened to stone in a mere heartbeat, and the beast growled as I stroked along the tiny scales beneath his jaw. His great length trembled, and a sense of mistrust washed over me but not from my own mind or heart. He and I were...connected. I felt his desire to be dominated, to be owned by a heavy hand. Thoughts of a whip, a cane, spiked the arousal coating the cord between us.
I pressed my forehead to his snout, needing to climb inside his head and root out all his insecurities so I could lay them to rest.
