Page 7 of Her Fierce Dragon
His little witch.
Her core clenched at his endearment.
“Healing is one of my fortes,” she murmured. She moved her hair away from her face and pushed it all over one shoulder.
He reached a hand out and gently cupped her cheek. She leaned into his large hand and briefly closed her eyes, and he brought her face close to his. His breath ghosted her lips, and she waited for him to make the final move.
“In the morning, we’ll search for Delia, but tonight, I’m going to thoroughly explore your body. Tonight is for us, so don’t worry about a thing, my little witch. I’ll keep you safe.”
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Feno’s body practically hummed with excitement as Winston coasted up to his condo, which was located in Westwend. His dragon was pleased to have their mate with them. They exited the car.
“Do you need anything else, sir?”Winston asked through their telepathic link.
“No, we’re good. Thanks for coming to get us,” Feno replied.
He led Willow into his place and thought of the day he would take her to his castle, Dragonstone Hold. He gently nudged her on then locked the door.
“Make yourself comfortable.” He watched her walk ahead of him through his foyer.
“Your place is beautiful.” She smiled and twirled around in a circle.
He caught the brief hint of her thighs with her dress flowing around her legs. The sight of her creamy tan thighs would now be forever engrained in his mind. He licked his lips with the thought of diving headfirst between those luscious legs.
But catching a whiff of himself, he realized he needed to shower first. He smelled of beer, smoke, and sweat.
Not a good combination for a dragon who was about to be with his mate for the first time.
“I can give you a tour a little later if you’d like.” He guided her to his family room that was off the kitchen. “Help yourself to anything in the house. I just want to get cleaned up.”
“Okay,” she murmured. She moved toward the couch to take a seat.
Watching her reach for the remote to the television, he was satisfied that she would entertain herself while he showered. He jogged down the hallway to his private quarters, stripping off his clothes on his way to the bathroom. His cock jutted out, ready for action. He tried to will it down and entered his bathroom, but it had a mind of its own.
He walked around the glass shower door and turned on the water. He grimaced; the chilled spray hit his skin, and he gritted his teeth until the water warmed. The chill from the water did nothing to combat the painful erection he was sporting. He grabbed his soap and lathered himself up.
He tried to think of anything that would help kill the erection and gave it a quick tug. He couldn’t come at Willow in this position. He would blow his load the minute she touched him. A sound drew his attention. The air escaped from his chest, and he stared at the beautiful sight in the doorway.
His little witch.
Naked.
Standing just inside the door.
He greedily took in every natural curve of her body. Her bountiful breasts swayed as she moved toward him. Her nipples were beaded little buds, begging for attention. He licked his lips, his mouth watering, ready to taste her mounds. His eyes dipped down to her soft belly and farther to her bare mons.
He growled. She stepped into the shower with him.
“I thought you’d wait for me,” he murmured, placing his soap back on the shelf.
“You told me that I could help myself to anything in the house.” She went closer to him. Her small hands spread across his chest, gathering up the lather from the soap.
“That I did,” he agreed.
He became mesmerized watching her hands discover his body, heading south. His abdomen quivered. She trailed her nails down and hissed, her hand encircling his stiff length. His dragon rumbled in his chest at her stroking him.
“So here I am, helping myself to you.”
