her. What
would happen next? He didn’t honestly expect sex right now, did he?
The click of the door shutting and locking gave her a voice.
“Listen, Rayder, we don’t have to—”
He moved so quickly she barely saw it. He buried his fingers
in her hair, tilted her head and kissed her. His mouth ravaged hers with heady
intensity, his tongue sinking deep and caressing hers with wild, luscious
strokes. She moaned and arched into him, caught up in his sudden passion.
Instinct flared, and she responded. Her tongue moved, tasted him with feral
intent. His cock pressed solid against her belly and excitement fluttered
through her stomach. Breathless, she flung her arms around his neck and dove
into the sensations rocking her. He tore his mouth from hers and peeled her
arms from around his neck.
“Wait.” His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, his eyes
red and lips parted. “Not like this. I won’t fuck you like a brute. Not your
first time.”
Amazed, she stared at him.
He stalked away, going to a small cabinet and opening it. He
gathered two tankards and a large flask. While she recovered her breath, her
body still throbbing with glorious sensations, he uncorked the flask and poured
an amber liquid into both tankards. He lifted one tankard to his mouth and
drank a copious amount without stopping then poured more amber liquid within. A
warmth spread over her she didn’t understand as he walked toward her with both
tankards in hand. His erection still pressed thick and long against his
trousers, but she tried to avoid noticing it. That wasn’t going to be
easy to do.
As he handed her one tankard, he said, “To our marriage,
however long it lasts.”
“As long as it takes for me to return to Magonia.”
“You aren’t ever going back there.”
The finality in his low voice shocked her. Anger followed
quickly. “You won’t command me like that. I won’t allow it.”
He laughed, soft and certain. “Oh? A few days from Magonia
and already you’re a true Dragonian woman. I like that.”
She started to speak, but when he threw back his drink then
wiped his mouth, she did the same. The fiery liquid burned her throat, but she
barely choked on it.
Rayder’s deep, hearty laugh caught her off guard. “You’ve
had liquor before?”
“Do not be so surprised.” She returned his smile. “I’m only
twenty and three, but I’ve managed to sneak in a few drinks when my parents
weren’t looking.” When his eyebrows lifted in disbelief, she jumped on it. “You
doubt me?”
He laughed again, and the accepting quality of his chuckle
made worries dissolve. “I suppose I’ve judged you unfairly, just as you’ve
judged me.”
Not sure she wanted to admit she could have been partially
wrong about him, she asked. “How do you see me?”
“You’ve been sheltered and repressed. Given few options in
life. Men have tried to control you and sometimes succeeded.” His gaze
glittered, but the red had disappeared. “You’ve been good about following the
rules until recently. Something changed all that.”
Afraid he could look inside her and somehow extract the
truth, she frowned. “I believe in many of the things the Chronicles of Magon
say.”
He snorted softly. “Are you sure? Women are allowed to drink
liquor?”
“No.”
“Yet here you are. Breaking the rules. How does that work?
How can you believe in a book that is full of shite about a woman’s place?”
She’d never heard such passion in a man’s voice,
particularly when it came to defending a woman. She certainly hadn’t expected
it from him. “I’ve loosened my beliefs over the last year considerably, but
that doesn’t mean I’ve abandoned all propriety.”
“Last night you allowed me to stroke you between the legs,
to touch you where no man has ever touched you. To suck your nipple. Is that
allowed in your Chronicles of Magon?”
Challenged, her blood heated and her face flamed. “No.”
“Then own up to it, my beauty.” His
would happen next? He didn’t honestly expect sex right now, did he?
The click of the door shutting and locking gave her a voice.
“Listen, Rayder, we don’t have to—”
He moved so quickly she barely saw it. He buried his fingers
in her hair, tilted her head and kissed her. His mouth ravaged hers with heady
intensity, his tongue sinking deep and caressing hers with wild, luscious
strokes. She moaned and arched into him, caught up in his sudden passion.
Instinct flared, and she responded. Her tongue moved, tasted him with feral
intent. His cock pressed solid against her belly and excitement fluttered
through her stomach. Breathless, she flung her arms around his neck and dove
into the sensations rocking her. He tore his mouth from hers and peeled her
arms from around his neck.
“Wait.” His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, his eyes
red and lips parted. “Not like this. I won’t fuck you like a brute. Not your
first time.”
Amazed, she stared at him.
He stalked away, going to a small cabinet and opening it. He
gathered two tankards and a large flask. While she recovered her breath, her
body still throbbing with glorious sensations, he uncorked the flask and poured
an amber liquid into both tankards. He lifted one tankard to his mouth and
drank a copious amount without stopping then poured more amber liquid within. A
warmth spread over her she didn’t understand as he walked toward her with both
tankards in hand. His erection still pressed thick and long against his
trousers, but she tried to avoid noticing it. That wasn’t going to be
easy to do.
As he handed her one tankard, he said, “To our marriage,
however long it lasts.”
“As long as it takes for me to return to Magonia.”
“You aren’t ever going back there.”
The finality in his low voice shocked her. Anger followed
quickly. “You won’t command me like that. I won’t allow it.”
He laughed, soft and certain. “Oh? A few days from Magonia
and already you’re a true Dragonian woman. I like that.”
She started to speak, but when he threw back his drink then
wiped his mouth, she did the same. The fiery liquid burned her throat, but she
barely choked on it.
Rayder’s deep, hearty laugh caught her off guard. “You’ve
had liquor before?”
“Do not be so surprised.” She returned his smile. “I’m only
twenty and three, but I’ve managed to sneak in a few drinks when my parents
weren’t looking.” When his eyebrows lifted in disbelief, she jumped on it. “You
doubt me?”
He laughed again, and the accepting quality of his chuckle
made worries dissolve. “I suppose I’ve judged you unfairly, just as you’ve
judged me.”
Not sure she wanted to admit she could have been partially
wrong about him, she asked. “How do you see me?”
“You’ve been sheltered and repressed. Given few options in
life. Men have tried to control you and sometimes succeeded.” His gaze
glittered, but the red had disappeared. “You’ve been good about following the
rules until recently. Something changed all that.”
Afraid he could look inside her and somehow extract the
truth, she frowned. “I believe in many of the things the Chronicles of Magon
say.”
He snorted softly. “Are you sure? Women are allowed to drink
liquor?”
“No.”
“Yet here you are. Breaking the rules. How does that work?
How can you believe in a book that is full of shite about a woman’s place?”
She’d never heard such passion in a man’s voice,
particularly when it came to defending a woman. She certainly hadn’t expected
it from him. “I’ve loosened my beliefs over the last year considerably, but
that doesn’t mean I’ve abandoned all propriety.”
“Last night you allowed me to stroke you between the legs,
to touch you where no man has ever touched you. To suck your nipple. Is that
allowed in your Chronicles of Magon?”
Challenged, her blood heated and her face flamed. “No.”
“Then own up to it, my beauty.” His
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