I can’t pull my gaze away from his body—his very chiseled, perfectly proportioned body. It’s as if he were formed as anaphrodisiac for the human gaze. From the dips near his hips to his defined collarbones, every inch seems to send my heart into an apoplectic rhythm. And I haven’t even really looked at his cock. My gaze shies away from that area in a belated sense of chivalry.
When his eyes finally meet mine, I realize I’m not much better than the assholes in the club leering at women showing a bit of shoulder. I tip my head up and fixate on the glittering sky. I should apologize, but I’m afraid I’ll drool if I open my mouth.
He chuckles, and I can feel him shaking his head. “Didn’t realize the clothes would disappear in the void this time around.”
“It’s fine. I…uh…” I swallow hard, grasping at my words. Telling him I want to climb him like a tree…no, he’s not a tree. He’s a mountain. Climb him like a mountain doesn’t have the same ring to it, though. Either way, I probably shouldn’t confess all the dirty thoughts running through my mind.
He snaps his fingers, and I glance down. Nothing happens and he cringes. Apparently we’re just going to do this whole thing naked. I don’t know whatthis whole thingis, but that’s fine.
I clear my throat. “Thank you for bringing me here.”
His face comes into view, and he grips my chin to tip my head down. “Want to try that again?”
Gazing into his eyes where twin purple flames dance, my mind blanks. I stutter out something unintelligible, and his grin widens. I scowl, digging deep for something other than the want to melt into him. It doesn’t come. I’ve spent a good while fighting against my feelings, pretending they don’t exist. Pushing him away meant I could focus on what I needed to do. At least, that’s what I thought. I’m not so convinced this whole thing wasn’t inevitable.
“Thank you for bringing me. It was one of the best things that’s ever happened to me.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Thebest?”
I press my lips together and nod, though he’s still gripping my chin. “Well, you did show me dragons. That’s pretty spectacular. Although…”
I pull from his grip and step back. I don’t really know what the hell I’m doing. Is this how people flirt? Maybe this is totally normal for demons—having conversations while buck naked. He could be messing with me, laughing at how far I’ll go to gain his attention.
Yet when I meet his gaze, he has the same look in his eyes after we flew—like I hung the moon and hold all his dreams in my hands. As if I’m someone to cherish. Like I was worthy enough to be brought to the world of dragons.
“Gonna finish that sentence, spitfire, or keep me in suspense?”
“Would have been better if we saw some baby dragons.”
Iscowl, though she’s avoiding my gaze. She has to be messing with me. The entire time we’ve been here, she’s been in a daze, completely captivated by everything I showed her. Now she’s demanding more?
“Baby dragons,” I growl, and she shrugs.
It’s taking everything in me to keep my eyes on her face instead of any lower. The void must have eaten our clothes. They were formed by magic. I just assumed we’d get our original things back without any extra steps. That’s how it usually works. Between this and not showing up where I meant, I wonder if this is my curse. Maybe it morphed. Can a curse have stages? I have no idea.
She clears her throat, and I focus on the present. Sparks flick from my fingertips when I realize I’m staring at her tits. Her perfectly formed tits, with beautiful nipples that make my mouth water. I shake my head and spin around with a muttered curse.
“When are they hatching?”
“Any time now, though that could mean years or seco?—”
A small roar cuts through my words, and my head snaps up to search the bed of flowers. Mari squeals and I whip toward her. She’s dancing from one foot to the other on the edge. I have no idea if they’ll burn her, and I stalk closer. Shit will go south if she accidentally tramples one. The whole lot will rise up to defend themselves.
“Mari,” I snap, and she turns, delight stamped on her face.
She squeals again as a small tuft of flames erupts from several hundred feet away. Pure joy radiates from her. She’s forgotten all about being naked. Forgotten she’s in a foreign land. Forgotten the worries plaguing her. It’s transformed her. No, this side of her was always there. It lurked beneath the surface, behind her snappy responses, and underneath the pain. She hides it well, but I saw it.
“Thank you,” she whispers and launches herself at me.
A grunt leaves me as I grab her. She winds her legs around my waist. Her warm hands cup my cheeks, and I catch the wild look in her eyes a half a second before she’s kissing the shit out of me. I freeze for the next second, and she starts to pull away. She doesn’t get far.
Gripping the back of her neck, I meld her body to mine. When she moans, I take full advantage and lick her bottom lip. It doesn’t take long for my skin to crack, revealing deep purple lines underneath. I drink in her whimpers like a demon dying of thirst. I’d gladly subsist on only her and the delicious noises she’s making.
She pulls away, panting as she rests her forehead against mine. Galaxies sparkle in her eyes, a whole host of worlds I’ve never explored. I desperately want to fall into them.
“You’re sparkling,” she whispers.
“So are you,” I whisper back.
