All she could do was remain laying on the coins, completely wrecked from his fire.
Korin took advantage of her weakened state, got right next to her, and loomed above, drinking in her nudity. “My queen is beautiful. I can’t wait to show him.”
“Show who?”
“You will see soon.”
She looked up at him. “W-why didn’t your fire burn me?”
“I told you, but you still do not understand.”
“How can a human and dragon be mates.”
“You are not human, little one. Humans are not born from eggs.”
“But, I am not a dr—” She couldn’t finish that. “I don’t know what I am.”
“Hmmm. Then, I will have to take my time to help you understand.” Towering over her, he opened his jaw wide.
She thought he was going to blast her with more of that pleasureful fire, but instead his tongue slid out.
Large.
Wet.
Velvety soft.
Panting, she quirked her brows. “W-what are you about to do?”
“Taste my mate.” That dragon tongue—wide, warm, and impossibly wet—dragged up the full length of her body.
From the delicate arch of her toes.
To the backs of her knees and then the front.
Over her trembling thighs, where he lingered just long enough to make her hips jerk and her breath catch.
Then up, up. . .between the soft press of her thighs, and the middle, the tender spot where she almost lost all control helplessly groaning and moaning in ecstasy. Then, he dragged that wet tongue over her exposed belly, her breasts, her collarbone. . .until finally, the tip of his large tongue slid across her throat, over her chin, and ended at the center of her brow like a crowned mark.
It wasn’t just a long luxurious lick.
It was a claiming.
The heat of him soaked her bare skin, but it was the texture—slick, velvet, impossibly alive—that broke her. His tongue left a gleaming path of wet heat in its wake, as if her body had been painted in liquid gold.
Her skin shivered as she moaned. “Oh. . .”
Her nipples pebbled.
A violent wave of sensation shattered her thoughts.
Her back arched without permission. A gasp burst from her lips, not from fear—but from stunned, keening desire.
I want him to do it again. Oh God. Please one more time.
She rose a little bit and then collapsed backward, landing among the gold. Some coins kissed her thighs, her breasts, her neck.
She remained there.
