right and wrong filled her heart.
She reached out and touched his chest. Silky smooth scales met her fingers. She glanced at the spot where her hand touched. Where before his shirt had opened, she had touched the skin and curls. Below that spot, a line of scales formed a large circle on his torso. The mark on his cheek, a singular scale. She reached up and touched the crescent on his cheek. Her breath caught.
She returned her touch to the circle and traced the scales’ path with her fingertip.
“They glow when I am angry or using powerful magic. I have no idea if I will now be able to breathe fire like you or, really, what will happen.” He reached down and entwined his hand with hers. “I do know I will listen to the fire and time. I will listen to you. That is how we become more than mates. We will become friends. Lovers. Family. I want children. Lots of them.”
His words sank straight to her heart. She had not thought of a family with him. An ache, so tender and acute, bubbled through her body and peaked her nipples. She arched toward him.
He leaned in and licked the swell of her breast. He slid his hand between her thighs. She closed her eyes. Flutters caressed her nipple, and then he latched over the peak and sucked deep. Sensation pulled straight to her sex. His finger slipped inside her.
Embers of pleasure burst into flame. She slid her legs far apart, needing him deeper inside her. His palm ground into the sensitive flesh at the top of her entrance. He sucked and flicked her nipple.
Fire raced through her veins, and she cried out. With his touch, he replaced her nightmare with fantasy.
His finger and palm moved faster, in and out. An invisible rope he held coiled inside her. Pressure grew unbearable. She squirmed against his hands and gripped his head. Wetness coated his fingers, and the sloppy sound as he pumped in and out of her tipped her close to the abyss. Releasing her nipple, he arched his neck to the side. “Feed from me.” In a fog of pure bliss, she obeyed him. She licked the skin on his throat, and her mouth watered. Pain ripped through her gums, and her fangs extended. She bit, slicing down into the soft tissue of him. Tart blood flooded her mouth. The tension in her body rushed to the peak and eased.
He slipped his finger out once, fast, and plunged back, curling his finger to touch her inner wall as he did so.
She squirmed and pushed against his inside touch. Red light flashed behind her eyes. She groaned, and her entire body jerked in pleasure. She released his neck, and warmth rushed down her chin. The imaginary rope inside her moved with each rub of his finger. Ecstasy exploded through her.
She lay limp in bliss.
He left his hand where it lay, his finger inside her.
He dragged the cover up her body and pulled her to him with his other hand. “Sleep is what you need.” He pressed his lips to her forehead, and she nestled into the crook of his neck. She drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Seven
Fina awoke. A delicious smell filled the air. She stretched and rolled onto her side and inhaled again. Meat. The smell of cooked sweet sausage.
Her tummy growled, and she pushed up onto her elbows. Fancy polished wood and intricate wall coverings surrounded her. Morning sunlight poured through the windows that looked out onto the Seine.
Madoc’s hotel.
A smile burst to her lips, and she shook her head. So much had happened in the last day. Pushing back the covers, she threw her legs over the side of the bed. A low, aching energy danced along her skin like flickering candlelight. A tickle of energy as she unbent her knees, and then again as she flexed her toes. She felt good. She inhaled deeply again and relaxed her shoulders. Better than good.
The memory of her surge of anger and tackling Jonathan flooded her mind. Madoc and Hudson had pulled her from him before she could do him any true harm. Her brow knitted. Everything after that… She could not remember.
She stood and walked to the
She reached out and touched his chest. Silky smooth scales met her fingers. She glanced at the spot where her hand touched. Where before his shirt had opened, she had touched the skin and curls. Below that spot, a line of scales formed a large circle on his torso. The mark on his cheek, a singular scale. She reached up and touched the crescent on his cheek. Her breath caught.
She returned her touch to the circle and traced the scales’ path with her fingertip.
“They glow when I am angry or using powerful magic. I have no idea if I will now be able to breathe fire like you or, really, what will happen.” He reached down and entwined his hand with hers. “I do know I will listen to the fire and time. I will listen to you. That is how we become more than mates. We will become friends. Lovers. Family. I want children. Lots of them.”
His words sank straight to her heart. She had not thought of a family with him. An ache, so tender and acute, bubbled through her body and peaked her nipples. She arched toward him.
He leaned in and licked the swell of her breast. He slid his hand between her thighs. She closed her eyes. Flutters caressed her nipple, and then he latched over the peak and sucked deep. Sensation pulled straight to her sex. His finger slipped inside her.
Embers of pleasure burst into flame. She slid her legs far apart, needing him deeper inside her. His palm ground into the sensitive flesh at the top of her entrance. He sucked and flicked her nipple.
Fire raced through her veins, and she cried out. With his touch, he replaced her nightmare with fantasy.
His finger and palm moved faster, in and out. An invisible rope he held coiled inside her. Pressure grew unbearable. She squirmed against his hands and gripped his head. Wetness coated his fingers, and the sloppy sound as he pumped in and out of her tipped her close to the abyss. Releasing her nipple, he arched his neck to the side. “Feed from me.” In a fog of pure bliss, she obeyed him. She licked the skin on his throat, and her mouth watered. Pain ripped through her gums, and her fangs extended. She bit, slicing down into the soft tissue of him. Tart blood flooded her mouth. The tension in her body rushed to the peak and eased.
He slipped his finger out once, fast, and plunged back, curling his finger to touch her inner wall as he did so.
She squirmed and pushed against his inside touch. Red light flashed behind her eyes. She groaned, and her entire body jerked in pleasure. She released his neck, and warmth rushed down her chin. The imaginary rope inside her moved with each rub of his finger. Ecstasy exploded through her.
She lay limp in bliss.
He left his hand where it lay, his finger inside her.
He dragged the cover up her body and pulled her to him with his other hand. “Sleep is what you need.” He pressed his lips to her forehead, and she nestled into the crook of his neck. She drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Seven
Fina awoke. A delicious smell filled the air. She stretched and rolled onto her side and inhaled again. Meat. The smell of cooked sweet sausage.
Her tummy growled, and she pushed up onto her elbows. Fancy polished wood and intricate wall coverings surrounded her. Morning sunlight poured through the windows that looked out onto the Seine.
Madoc’s hotel.
A smile burst to her lips, and she shook her head. So much had happened in the last day. Pushing back the covers, she threw her legs over the side of the bed. A low, aching energy danced along her skin like flickering candlelight. A tickle of energy as she unbent her knees, and then again as she flexed her toes. She felt good. She inhaled deeply again and relaxed her shoulders. Better than good.
The memory of her surge of anger and tackling Jonathan flooded her mind. Madoc and Hudson had pulled her from him before she could do him any true harm. Her brow knitted. Everything after that… She could not remember.
She stood and walked to the
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