Page 66 of Kingdom of Flames & Flowers
Zariah laughed, the sound choked and desperate. “Oh, my gods. You’ve never … holy shit.”
He pinned me down to the bed, licking and nibbling at my neck. My brain worked furiously to pay attention despite such distractions.
“Coming is when a man spills his seed inside a woman. That is when his part of the act ends.”
His teeth bit down at the hollow of my throat, and I moaned.
“T-that’s how babies are made?” I gasped out.
He chuckled darkly against my neck, the vibrations from his voice rumbling against my skin. “Just so.”
“I don’t want a child,” I managed. “… yet.”
His mouth went lower, nuzzling my chest and ripping open my tunic. “It does not always result in a child. Just sometimes.”
Well, that didn’t seem very encouraging.
“With the curse I’m under, I do not know if my seed would produce a child, or burn you, or do something else horrible. I know when I’m in my dragon form, it’s very toxic and can burn through stone.”
My jaw dropped as my mind spun, imagining him as a dragon … doing it. Doing me? I was a confused bundle of hormones and lust.
“Oh. Maybe … best not to, then?” I suggested weakly.
“Or I can come here and now, and we can see what happens.” Zariah gathered a marble bowl from the nightstand, setting it on the bed next to me. “I never wanted to risk coming and destroying something. Mother has ordered us to have the utmost discretion.”
There it was again: that unquestioning obedience to the queen. I hated it.
“How does one … come, then?” I asked.
He bent down, nuzzling my neck again, then pulled down the neckline of my dress and seized my breast with his lips. I gasped as his teeth lightly bit down, and he sucked.
“Won’t take much,” he rumbled against me. “Just seeing you naked and coming undone should do it.”
He made short work of my clothes, pulling them off and throwing them to the floor. I was on fire and too needy to care about my nakedness.
Zariah sat back on his heels in the bed, staring at my naked form. His hand went to cock, stroking and pulling on it. “You’re magnificent,” he rasped, his hand moving faster and faster. I watched, mesmerized, trying to commit what he was doing to memory. I wanted to try it sometime.
It didn’t take long. One moment he was staring at me, and then the next he bent over, grabbing the marble bowl and pointing his cock at it. Intrigued, I leaned in to see. A white, milky substance shot from the tip, and didn’t look like it was burning through anything.
“Is that what it’s supposed to look like?” I asked.
Chest heaving, Zariah put the bowl on the floor and fell back against me. “Yes,” he panted.
“That’s good then, yes?” Curious, I leaned over and put a finger in the white substance, sniffing it.
Zariah made a strangled sound. “D-don’t do that.” His hand was back on his cock again.
“Why not?” I asked, sensing he liked what I was doing. Convinced it wouldn’t kill me, my tongue swiped out for a taste. It was salty.
“Fuck! Mari!”
He yanked my hands away. I squeaked as Zariah rolled me over on my stomach, pinning me to the bed underneath him. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he growled into my ear.
I wiggled my bum into his pelvis in response.
Zariah caught my throat with his arm, and turned us both so we were on our sides. Holding me still with the pressure against my neck, his hand went to the apex of my thighs and sought my center.
“I—”
