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“My little treasure. I’m going to give you pleasure that will have you begging for me to stop. Not because you actually want it to end, but because you’re afraid of how paralyzing the sensation will be.I will overwhelm your senses and take over every thought you have. And it will frighten you. Your initial reaction will be to make it stop.But trust me, you’re going to want more.”
“I’m not going to lie. That scares me.” She shifts, unease rolling off her, so I decide to answer for her.
“You’ll learn to trust me. And I won’t ever push you too far. If you want me to slow down though, say yellow.If you want everything to stop, just say red. I’ll immediately stop everything.”
She cautiously stares back at me.I know I need to do something to prove to her that this is worthwhile. That she’ll enjoy this. I run my thumb and finger down the sides of the cut on her back. “Like this.” I stop my movements and wait for her beautiful hazel eyes to find mine. “I can make this pain go away. I want to.”
“You can make it go away?” she whispers, and it’s then I realize how much pain I can ease for her. She will find worth in me then.
“Yes. I can take it all away.”
“How?” She’s still weary, but at least she’s willing.
“Come,” I command her and move her how I wish.Her grip is white knuckled on the towel and her heart batters in her chest so loud I can hear it. When I tug the towel down enough to show the marks, she allows it.I pull her hips and position her body between my legs, with her back a few inches from my front. “Be still,” I whisper at the shell of her ear, and I watch the goosebumps travel down her gorgeous skin. I let the fire burn in my chest and breathe it in and out. “When we’re injured, dragons use the magic in their heat and fire to heal our cuts. You’ll have to be very still.” Her hips sway toward me as I breathe on her neck. My tongue flicks out along the gash, and I gently lick it. Healing it with my heated touch.I pull back slightly and kiss next to the wound. She leans in slightly to my touch, but then seems to realize her desire for more. She stiffens andI let her right herself, wondering more and more if she feels the attraction and need that I feel. If the heat affects her as it would a dragon mate.
My fingers hover over the small mark on her neck; it’s looking better, but it’ll take more than a single touch to heal her.“Did that feel good?”
She nods her head.
“I want to hear you, my little treasure.”
“Yes,” she answers nearly breathlessly. I love her obedience.
“Good.” My eyes travel from her neck downward. I know she’ll love my tongue on her pussy too. Not yet, but soon, I’ll have her writhing under me. Daringly, I push her. “I want you to lay naked in my bed.”
Her lips move to protest as she pulls away from me. I can see the hesitation, but she doesn’t disappoint me. Instead, she squares her shoulders and nods slightly.
“Good girl. On your belly, so I can take care of your wounds.” Her shoulders sag slightly with relief as she moves to the bed, clinging to that towel although it hangs more loosely than before. I smirk at her back as she walks out of the bathroom, not waiting for me. Soon she’ll be on her back with her legs around me as I pound into her. But she’s going to have to earn it. And before that, I’ll have to earn her trust.
KARA
My heart beats out of my chest as I lie down on the bed, keeping my gaze on Drago. I do so ever so slowly and carefully. My gaze staying on his. Although my heart races and I can barely breathe, there’s a calmness to everything that threatens the truth of what I know.
I’m surprised by how gentle Drago’s touch has been. More so by how at peace I seem to be in his presence. I barely tense when he approaches, and it’s been a long while since the sight of a man hasn’t given me shivers.
This isn’t what I expected. I don’t understand any of it, not his treatment of me nor my response to him. Except for the fact that I am so very tired of fighting, and he’s the opposite of what I’ve been told of dragons and what I know of shifters and supernaturals.
I’ve grown up watching those with powers torment humans for fun and take them as slaves or worse. Witches are especially horrid. Truth be told, I never thought I’d live very long. I can’t even say I was surprised when I was taken. I was almost relieved that it would end sooner rather than later. Like my time had come and I no longer had to wait around watching over my shoulder and not trusting a soul.
I hadn’t anticipated living through it. I never thought I’d be at the mercy of someone who says they want to help me.
That cold shiver travels down my spine and my shoulders shudder at the thought. I don’t trust him. I don’t trust that he really wants to help me. My forehead pinches, and I rub the line trying to ease the small headache radiating and growing at my temples. If he had wanted to hurt me, he would’ve done it by now. I bite the inside of my cheek. I just don’t know how much to believe.
My reaction to him, the desire that overwhelms me, and the serenity that promises I can rest…it’s proof enough he must’ve drugged me or cast a spell, or he’s done something that has clouded my mind and judgment.
He is no hero. No one is ever coming to save me. That’s a fact I’ve known for as long as I can remember. I do not believe a word he says and yet, I have to remind myself of that because my body begs to bow to his.
Drago doesn’t give me a knight in shining armor vibe. Instead, he’s a dark knight. The thought makes me close my eyes and try to repress a moan. Him ripping my dress off heats my blood in a way I’ve never experienced.
He’s quiet as he heads back to the bathroom, his footsteps foreboding, and I steady my breath as I do what he said and simply lay here, in the comfort of luxury like I’ve never known. My eyes threaten to close and instantly the vision of his carved muscle in leather pants flashes before me. My eyes whip open and my heart races.
And oddly enough, there’s disappointment when he’s not here. The sound of him cleaning up in the bathroom tells me all I need to know, and I turn slightly and bury my head into the soft welcoming pillow.
It smells like him and I breathe it in deeply. Once again envisioning him.
It’s like they’re designed to seduce. Dominance and power exude from his dark, intense features. Yet his touch is soothing, and I find myself craving more.
I swallow thickly, reminding myself that they all lie. I need to be strong and keep my guard up. If he’s working with Victor, then I need to get the hell out the first chance I get. Just the thought of Victor turns that heat of desire into ice. Anger simmers once again and that feels normal; it feels right. I’m disgusted that I feel the least bit attracted to someone who’s willing to work with that vile prick.
