Page 33 of Bride of the Black Dragon
“To keep you company…to show you how much fun we can have together.” I smile at him flirtatiously, looking up from under my eyelashes in a way that most men find charming. I know how to flirt—I’ve done it in the past. But usually men respond to it. Xaren is just standing there looking down at me.
“So now you’ve decided that being with me will be ‘fun,’ have you?” he drawls, frowning.
“It can be—if you’ll just loosen up some.” I’m really trying here—I swear I am. I press closer, letting my breasts rub against his bare chest. My fur robe has come open, revealing my body draped only in the thin Damson-silk nightgown. My nipples tighten as I rub against him and I wonder if he can feel my tight peaks against his chest.
But still, he’s just staring at me. I rub against him as provocatively as I know how and I can feel a growing bulge in his sleep trousers. Something hard and hot and heavy is branding my belly—his body is definitely reacting to mine.
But you’d never know that from the way he glares down at me.
“So you’ve decided to seduce me, is that it, little dove?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.
“So what if I have?” I say lightly—there’s no point in lying about it. “We’ve been married for some time now—don’t you think it’s time we consummate our union?”
“’Consummate our union’?” His eyebrow goes even higher. “Is that the best you’ve got?”
I bite back a curse of pure frustration. Damn it! Why won’t he just take me?
“What I meant is, why don’t you take me…why don’t you fuck me?”
The words feel wrong on my lips—I’m not much good at dirty talk, unfortunately.
This time both eyebrows shoot almost to his hairline.
“Why, little dove—I didn’t think you had it in you to say such things,” he drawls mockingly.
“I’m just saying what I think,” I tell him—which isn’t exactly a lie. I’m desperate to get him to take me—if only he’d cooperate!
“So you’re here in my rooms, asking me to take you—to fuck you—because you truly want it?” he demands, frowning.
“Yes!” I try to keep the exasperation out of my voice.
“Good. Then prove it.”
“Prove it?” I look at him uncertainly. “What do you mean? How can I prove that I want you to take me?”
“Show me how wet you are,” he says.
I bite my lower lip, feeling suddenly vulnerable.
“Show you what?”
“A woman who truly desires a man will be wet for him,” he tells me. He reaches up and unhooks my arms from around his neck. Then he takes a step back, crossing his arms over his broad, bare chest. “So show me. Lift your gown and let me see if you’re wet.”
Oh my Goddess of Mercy—I never thought he’d ask me such a thing! I can feel my cheeks getting hot at his demand but strangely, I’m not put off. I’m nervous and a little shy, but even though I’m a virgin, I’m not entirely ignorant. I played “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours” with the stable boy back home. His equipment wasn’t much to speak of—to be honest, it resembled a rather grubby worm. But he seemed to enjoy seeing mine—it made his worm quite stiff. So I know I’m not bad to look at, even if I’m not as skinny as the Nobles.
“All right, I’ll show you,” I say, lifting my chin. If the Dark Prince thinks he can cow me that easily, he’s got another think coming! I refuse to be put off.
I go to his bed—because I’m not just going to hike up my gown in the middle of the room—and climb onto it. I shed my foxen-fur robe and position myself in the middle of the vast mattress. Leaning back against the pillows, I look Xaren in the eyes.
“You want to see me…see how wet I am?” My voice sounds breathless in my own ears.
“Yes, I do, little dove.” He seems surprised that I’ve taken him up on his challenge. He comes to sit on the side of the bed and his eyes, which were formerly flat and cold, are filled with interest now. Even his Drake’s eye, looking at me from behind the curtain of hair, is half-lidded and filled with smoldering desire.
I’m feeling a spark of interest myself—if I’m honest, it’s more than a spark. I like the way he’s looking at me. It makes me feel beautiful—desirable.
I decide to take my time—to tease him a little. Instead of lifting the hem of my gown right away, I cup my breasts through the thin silk. I tease my nipples lightly, running my fingertips around and around the tight peaks. I feel sparks of sensation shoot through my body and my breath catches in my throat. I’m no stranger to giving myself pleasure—I know it’s supposed to be wicked but it’s not like I’m hurting anyone. And I only do it at night in the dark when I’m sure I’m alone.
A soft growl rises in Xaren’s throat.
