Chapter 18 - Lily

Flowers?

That’s the only thing on my mind as he stares into my eyes. So deeply that I could swear that he’s seeing into my soul.

It’s the most naked I’ve ever felt. More bare than what I had been like writhing under him in heated response to our passionate tryst. I’ve never felt so vulnerable. Even though I’ve been keeping my composure, keeping my courage intact and not showing that I’m afraid.

I’m so close to passing out. The way I always do when things get complicated. But for some reason, this is not the type of difficulty that has me cowering to the far corners of my mind. It keeps me present, able to feel every second as it ticks by. Able to feel the heat of his fingers as they bite into my flesh, keeping me upright.

I can’t tell if my knees would have caved. It sure feels like they would if he let me go. There’s a strange sense of being grateful for him, for his strength to hold me up so that I don’t fall.

But my mind isn’t fuzzy the way it would be if I were to faint. Instead, the thought of flowers swarms my mind. That’s the only thing I can think of while my lungs are filled with a sweet, floral scent.

He glares at me, but I’m not afraid of him. Instead, I’m drawn to him by an invisible, magnetic force. And when he crushes his lips to mine, my head empties.

There are no thoughts left but feelings. The heat between my thighs. The plushness of his lips as he kisses me. The warm moisture of his tongue as it begs to enter and explore my mouth.

And then there’s the warm moisture that pools between my thighs and makes it impossible not to moan in protest.

When he breaks the kiss, another protest escapes my lips before I open my eyes. Pressing my thighs together, I crave so much more than I would have expected.

“Draco…” I whisper in surrender, flinging my arms around his neck. Practically throwing myself at him, I reach up to press my lips to his. Unmoving in the kiss, I give up entirely to his ministrations. Not fighting or fussing for any sort of control.

As he takes the reigns of the kiss, exploring the cavity of my mouth with his skillful tongue, his hands find purchase on my hips. Clawing as he bundles the silk kaftan at my waist, we have to break the kiss again so he can lift it over my head.

All I’m left standing in is a white lace pair of underwear. As soon as Draco sees me in the lingerie, he rakes his eyes from head to toe and sucks in a haggard breath.

“Fuck…” he groans as he pulls me back to him. “You’re gorgeous.” Pushing me against the sliding door, it’s a heady mixture of cold glass and heat exuding from the dragon man, along with the heat filling my cheeks from his compliment.

As quickly as my heart beats, my nervous system seems to soften. It quiets down as his hands roam my body, and his lips maneuver another passionate kiss. It’s like the more I surrender, the more my body agrees.

And that’s why I can’t fight him off me. I accept what is to come, even if I know the implications of being the dragon man’s sex slave. That’s exactly what my body craves to be, my back arching off the door in a silent plea for him to touch me in the one place I need it the most.

Carding my fingers through his longer locks of dark waves, I tug gently enough to get a moment to breathe. Panting, our foreheads connect as we stare into each other’s eyes.

“Is this okay?” he asks, causing my heart to skip a beat.

So far, except for us having sex the first time, it has been without my permission until now.

He seems changed. No longer a tyrant Alpha of the dragons, he appears to me as just a man. A man with a moral compass that has him asking me if this is okay.

I grant him permission with a gentle nod, winding my arms around his neck and drawing him in for a brief kiss. When I pull away, it’s only so that I can gauge his reaction as I begin undoing the knot on his sweatpants.

He sucks in a heady breath through his teeth when he realizes where I’m going with this. At least, I have an innate feeling that he knows what’s happening when he loosely slides his fingers through my hair. He guides my head down as I sink to my knees, maintaining the deepest, most seductive eye contact with the dragon man.

His usually hazel eyes turn jetted with lust as he stares down at me. Watching my every move as I slide down the waistband of his pants, he sighs with relief when his length is freed.

Hanging hard and heavy in front of my face, Draco reaches down and cajolingly strokes my bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. Gentle coercion for me to wrap my fingers around the base of his shaft.

“Open your mouth…” he purrs the command. Though it’s gentle, it’s domineering enough for me to heed the command. Feeling compelled to do as I’m told, adrenaline rushes through me as I part my lips.

Draco’s eyes skim the circle my mouth creates as if gauging it before he tugs my chin, coercing my face forward. Lined perfectly with the velvety crown of his member, I stick my tongue out and lick the bead of precum, glistening the tip.

As I swallow, the salty sweetness of his essence lubricates my throat with a foreign sensation. Pleasant in its unfamiliarity, again, I’m overwhelmed by the scent of sweet flowers hugging the air around me.

“You like that?” Draco asks, his voice hoarse as he releases my chin. When I nod my head slowly and bite my bottom lip, he mutters a string of curses as his eyes narrow at me. Watching my every move as I part my lips again, this time wrapping them around the bulbous tip.

His intake of breath is staggered as I slide my lips all the way down his shaft. Feeling every thumping vein against my pallet only serves to fuel my arousal. Heat slips to the crotch of my panties when he slides his hand through my hair again.

This time, it’s firmer. Guiding my head in a steady bob on his cock.

“Just like that…” he praises with want in his eyes, quickening the rhythm as he rolls his hips and dominates my mouth. I’ve never done this before, but every word of praise spurs me on, permitting me to take all of him down my throat.

As the veins mapping his length throb, he suddenly pulls me off him. In one fluid motion, I’m guided to my feet again, where he captures my lips in a feverish kiss. It’s desperate and sloppy, only serving as a lead-in distraction while all our clothing comes off. Every piece separates us from feeling the deliciousness of skin on skin.

And when it comes, he grabs the backs of my thighs and lifts me to straddle his hips. Pinned to the glass door behind me, he grabs both wrists in one, large hand and imprisons them over my head.

“Don’t move your hands,” he warns lowly before releasing my wrists. Paying attention to following his instructions, I watch the way he reaches between us and lines the tip of his cock with my aching hole.

Aching because I crave friction. And because I’m so wet, all it takes is one thrust for him to be balls deep inside me. The delicious stretch is alarmingly pleasurable, filling me to the brim and having that knot form in the pit of my belly.

“Oh. My God!” I mewl, a rippling cry escaping my throat when he picks up the pace and pounds into me. My hands come down, but with a firm grip, they’re sent back over my hand.

All he needs is one hand on my thigh to keep my entire weight up. I gaze at him through hooded eyes, mesmerized and completely addicted to him in that moment.

“Draco.” I whimper, my face contorting with the first stirrings of my climax. His name rolls off my tongue again. And again. Becoming a mantra of my pleasure as he thrusts me over the edge, helping me soar to the greatest heights.

I lose the air in my lungs as I see stars behind my eyelids. Draco must understand that I’ve lost my breath because he captures my lips and feeds me the air I need to breathe. To survive. He becomes my sustenance as he releases my wrists, flings my arms over his neck, and grabs my rear. I’m so overly sensitized, I barely feel us moving.

Not until he lays me down on the bed, still buried deep inside me, our lips never parting. His thrusts become gentler as he settles between my thighs, cupping my face with one hand.

There’s a shift between us at that moment. One that tugs my heartstrings as he breaks the kiss and stares into my eyes.

Something is happening between us.