Still, I managed to say, “Serafina, are you certain this is what you want?”
She cupped my jaw, demanding my attention. “I am tired of being ordered about. A slave to what others desire. For once, I am doing what I want.Taking control. Doing something for myself because I am my own person and no goddess, high lord, or dragon can take that away from me.”
Flark me, she was beautiful like this—defiant and empowered, all fire and need.
I slammed my mouth into her like a dragon starving, her soft moan charging my senses. She shivered, whether from cold or adrenaline, I wasn’t sure. Likely both.
“We need to get you out of these wet clothes.”
When she didn’t protest, I grazed my fingers beneath her sodden top, drawing it over her chilly flesh. Sera raised her arms, eager to be free of the garment. As I drew her bottoms off, she levered back, tucking one foot on the ledge to raise her hips.
I took a moment to study her naked form. And what a form it was. As her hair began to dry, crimson curls framed her heart-shaped face, long strands resting over her shoulders. Plump breasts with rosy nipples begged for a man’s touch. There was a gentle curve to her stomach and a tempting crease right above her rounded hip that urged a Draconis to sink his claws into her sweet flesh. Serafina was soft and curvy in all the most delightful places. I was desperate for a taste.
“Would you like to get out of the water?” She patted the spot next to her.
“Not yet. I rather enjoy having you on display this way.”
As I drew closer, she captured me between her thighs, herchilly skin seeking my warmth. Goosebumps pebbled her bare shoulders, and her pert nipples grazed my chest.
“You’re cold.”
“Am I? All I feel is you.”
I placed my hand over her heart, demanding that the flame I gifted her respond. Beneath my palm, a soft light glowed.
“Oh,” Sera gasped, letting her head fall back. “What are you doing?”
“Kindling a fire in you.”
“Mmm, that’s nice,” she purred. “I feel as though I drank a steaming cup of mulled wine.”
If she thought I was done, she was sorely mistaken.
“Just nice?”
She raised her head, her heated gaze following the trail my fingers left. Both of my index fingers stroked down her sternum, then coasted in opposite directions, blazing a path of golden light from her chest to her pert nipples. There, I painted glowing circles around the rosy peaks before cupping both her breasts in my palms. I dipped my tongue to one of her stiffened buds, and she uttered a soft cry.
“Holy hell.” She thrust her hips against me. “That’s incredible.”
She hadn’t seen anything yet.
Without abandoning her nipple, I coursed my hand down her soft stomach, urging my flame to follow.
Serafina’s shallow breaths were music to my ears. Lower. Lower.
“Thorne,” she groaned, muscles quivering beneath my touch.
Until finally, I coaxed my flame right to the center of her, caressing her slick folds while stoking a fire of a different sort deep in her core.
“Mmm,” she hummed a lusty sound. “It’s so intense. Almost...” Her hips rocked, her head falling back. “Too much. Too good.”
With a single thrust of my fingers, Serafina cried out. She arched her spine, shouting her pleasure at the ceiling. Relentless, I kept up my ministrations, drawing out every spasm until she was boneless in my arms.
Finally, she slumped against me, resting her cheek on my shoulder.
“That was…” she slurred. “That was…”
“Just the beginning.”
