“I liked watching you realize your own worth.” His hand cups my face, thumb brushing my cheek. “Somehow, it’s made me want you even more. I hadn’t even realized that was possible.”
“Stay with me tonight,” I whisper suddenly. “I want you here, in my bed. I want to fall asleep wrapped up in you and wake up tomorrow knowing this is real.”
His pupils dilate completely, turning his eyes almost black. “As if I could deny you anything.”
When he kisses me again, it’s with an intensity that makes me melt.
And as his tail slides beneath my dress, I realize that maybe being vulnerable isn’t so scary after all.
Not when you’re with someone who sees all of you and still wants you anyway.
Chapter 16
Intimate Surrender
Sundar
I have never beenin a woman’s bedroom. In all the centuries of my life, I have never had the pleasure of being invited into such an intimate, sacred space.
Aubrey’s room is beautiful.Sheis beautiful. And to my continual shock, she is mine.
“Sundar,” she whispers against my mouth as we pull away from our kiss, her voice soft and breathless. “I want you. I want you to…”
She trails off, suddenly shy. But I understand. We’ve crossed such boundaries before, but not like this. Not in her bed, surrounded by the pieces of her heart. Not with her looking at me like she’s offering up a part of herself that she’s only just found.
I murmur her name like a prayer and capture her lips again. She presses closer, as eager as I am, her hands tugging open my shirt before exploring the smooth scales from my chest to my waist.
Everywhere she touches, I burn.
It takes little effort to slip off her dress, leaving her bare except for her panties. My tail flicks beneath that too, relishing the gasp she gives when I rub against the place that makes her wet. That makes her mine.
She reaches for my sash, and I chuckle. “Careful. Remove that, and you’ll unleash me completely.”
“That’s what I’m counting on.” Her lips quirk in that teasing way of hers that always makes me want to kiss her. So I do, hard enough that she sinks back into her pillows with a soft gasp.
I pause to shed my clothes, but my tail remains against her—stroking, circling, teasing. She gives a frustrated moan and arches up, but I give her what she wants only in small measures, heightening her need until she’s begging for more.
But not yet. I want to feel her surrender. I want to hear her moans, see her face flushed with pleasure. Only then will I give her what she craves.
By the time I am bare, my tail is wrapped tight around one of her legs, rubbing against her sensitive clit in maddening little circles. She is panting now, her hands reaching for me, and I slide one arm beneath the small of her back to cradle her.
“I love it when you look at me like that.” Her words are nearly a whisper. “Like I’m so precious.”
“You are,” I tell her fiercely. “Precious. Beautiful.” I punctuate each word with a brush of my tail. “Mine.”
She shivers, whether from my touch or my words I can’t say. Then she reaches for me again, and this time, I lean down and let her kiss me. Her mouth is hungry, as demanding as her fingers on my skin, and my arousal grows. It becomes hard to think, to speak, to do anything but hold her tight and keep that connection between us.
With a hiss, I withdraw my tail and settle between her legs, aligning our hips until the slit between my scales opens and my cock emerges, already painfully erect.
Aubrey’s eyes widen at the sight of it. She’s seen my full length before—touched it, tasted it, taken it inside her—but her wonder never fades. She reaches down to stroke me, and I let out a low hiss of pleasure, my hips jerking forward.
“You’re so big,” she gasps. “So hard for me.”
“Always,” I growl. I thrust against her hand, savoring the contact. Her fingers are soft and strong, wrapping around my length and sliding up and down, coaxing out more of my natural lubricant. The feeling is incredible, sending sparks of pleasure through me.
But I am greedy, and I want more.
I grab her wrists and pin them above her head, making her gasp, and just as quickly, my tail wraps around either thigh, holding her open beneath me. She is beautiful like this, all flushed skin and heaving breasts, her wetness visible. But her face—her expression nearly undoes me. There is trust there, but also a wild hunger that calls to the possessive beast within.
