Page 49 of Bride of the Black Dragon
“Can I touch you?” I ask, looking up at him.
His voice is husky.
“If you truly want to.”
“I do,” I breathe.
I wrap my hand around him—or try to. He’s so thick I can’t even come close to encircling him completely—my fingertips and thumb won’t meet. His skin is hot to the touch, the scales silky-smooth under my palm. The ridges beneath my fingers make me shiver, imagining what they’d feel like inside me.
Xaren hisses through his teeth, his muscles tensing.
“Gods, little dove,” he growls. “Your hand is so soft.”
“I like the way you feel,” I whisper. “But… I don’t think you’d fit. You know, inside me.”
“Yes, I would,” he assures me, his voice gone low and serious. “My Drake makes a special kind of precum that would help you to open for me.”
I glance up at him.
“Is this your Drake’s, er, equipment?”
He nods once.
“My face is not the only place he comes out. Does it bother you?”
“No… it’s a bit intimidating,” I admit. “But it’s not bad. Better than the stable boy’s grubby worm.”
He lets out a rough laugh, breathless this time, because I’m still stroking him, slow and curious.
I meet his eyes.
“Can I taste you?”
His brows lift.
“You really want to?”
“Yes,” I say, sliding down the bed and positioning myself between his thighs. “I want to taste you the way you tasted me.”
He leans back against the pillows, chest rising and falling hard.
“Very well then, little dove,” he murmurs. “Do what you want with me.”
I don’t hesitate. I lower my mouth and run my tongue along the underside of his cock, tracing one of the thick, velvety ridges. His taste floods my mouth—spicy and hot, like cinnamon candy melting on a heated stove. It tingles against my tongue and coats my lips in heat.
Xaren groans, one big hand stroking my hair.
“Fuck, Elaina… that mouth… your hot little mouth feels so good. So sweet and wet and perfect.”
I slide my lips over the broad, mushroom-shaped head, then slowly begin to take him in deeper. It’s a stretch, but I don’t want to stop. I want to feel him against my tongue, in my throat. I want to give him the same pleasure he gave me.
He growls low in his chest, hips tensing.
“Gods above, yes… Just like that. Such a good girl, taking me so deep…”
His fingers tighten in my hair, not pushing, just holding.
I suck him slowly, savoring the way he throbs against my tongue. His heat, his taste—it’s addictive.
