Page 30 of Cursed with the Dragon Prince
“Good,” he grunts, still frustrated.
When we lock gazes, there’s nothing more to say, and except for the beat of our wings, everything becomes silent.
Time slows as we hover, the reality of this moment crashing into me—I’m supporting myself on the air, having a conversation, while trusting my wings to keep me afloat. Already, it’s nearly like walking.
It’s heady, this power, and my gaze dips to his lips, and the memories of our kisses pulse through my being. Earlier, I denied my instincts…
His gaze narrows like he’s craving this too.
In the next moment, we’re upon each other. Tilting my wings out of the way of his, I wrap my arms around him. Like before, he holds me aloft, but this time, we’re stomach to stomach, pinned together by our embrace.
Mouths open, tongues dart as we learn each other in scintillating ways. He is forceful and forgiving, harsh but hesitant, sensitive enough to know when to stop before I become irritated. He knows my limits better than I do, and he challenges me in every regard.
One hand cups my butt, and his other arm is around my back. My legs wrap around his waist, pressing against him. I’m becoming frustrated, antsy for more, and in the glorious aftermath of my flight, my old insecurities cannot take hold.
He senses my yearning, and it must match his own, for he leads me back to the ledge. We shift, retracting our wings and retreating to solid ground.
He carries me into the cavern, and we’re sprawled within the nest. I pin Drakon with straddled legs, and with my skirts sprawling, only his pants come between us. There’s no hiding his bulge or the way I writhe upon it.
My core is hot, but a new fear is growing. Passionate lovemaking? I’m not sure what I’m doing.
The pressure of his lips reassures me, the trust of his tongue. That he allows me to keep this position above him—I’m in control—deepens my sense of safety.
My memories flash. By now, my former husband would have flipped me over and begun his duty. By the end, that’s all there was between us—duty.
This passion is different, wiping the past away.
Drakon’s fingers run through my braids, rubbing my scalp, wandering down their lengths to brush my clavicle. As he touches the scales there, I shiver, finding them extra sensitive, my nerves quivering beneath his touch.
My nipples pebble, making the bodice unbearably tight. I yank at it, finally freeing my breasts.
He groans at the sight, running a finger along the newly exposed skin, and he squeezes. I moan, pressing the sensitive nubs against his chest.
Then I’m rocking myself upon him, rubbing myself against him. This fabric between us…it’s in my way.
He’s following my lead, and I’m not sure how to tell him I’m ready to slip off these clothes. My hand drifts downward, fingertips grazing over his muscled abdomen as I go lower, fingers under his pants. He moans into my mouth, and I drift my hand lower, seeking—
“Hello? Drakon?”
The voice rises from the blue stone. Neither of us responds, but we’re frozen, leaving me reaching out, searching for him, as the speaker continues.
“Are you there?” Kaliyah asks.
Practice
Drakon
Kaliyah’s voice springs from the speaking stone, landing like a bucket of ice water, startling us from this lusty daze. We’re plunged into the darker cavern of our reality.
Time stops as we soak everything in.
Reina’s eyes widen, her body freezing, still straddled over me, clenching the waistband of my pants. Her bodice lies near my head, and my hand cups her breast, tweaking her nipple.
Memories of the last minutes rush through me—the fear of her falling, and the rush of her rising. The fervency of our kisses. We’re disheveled. Caught up in everything, we lost track of time, and she sits upon my heavy cock.
She swallows, blinking uncertainly, as she takes another breath. Decidedly, she shifts to the side, breasts bouncing as she sits back on her heels, the high slits of her skirt showing her rounded thighs. I could lose myself in her beauty, and she’s eyeing me as if she could do the same.
“Drakon?” the speaking stone continues.
