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my cock inside her. I twist her hair more fully
around one wrist and pull her head back while releasing her lips. I
stroke my tongue along her lower lip and all the way to her
neck.
    Delicious.
    “ I want you, dragon,” she
whispers as I flick my tongue against her throat.
    I palm one of her breasts and suck her
nipple between my lips. Pure honey. I could eat small bites of her
for years and never assuage my sweet tooth. Her head goes back,
hair floating in the water and surrounding us. I want her too. So
badly. My cock sizzles with need and my heart burns with
longing.
    I put aside my guilt and all the heavy
feelings I’ve carried for so long. I need to escape if even for
only a short time. The precious treasure between her thighs can
help me do that. I skim my free hand down to her waist and lift her
slightly higher against my chest so I can suck more of her breast
past my lips. Her legs tighten around me and sweet sighs travel up
her throat.
    “ Love me, dragon,
please.”
    I know what she asks. It isn’t that I
truly need to love her just that I fuck her. The problem is that
I’ve fallen just a bit. I can feel a small place in my heart open
for her. Calista has been gone little more than a year and this
she-wolf is pushing aside the memories of my dead bride. It’s
happening too damn soon, but I can’t seem to stop it. If I’ve
learned anything about taking a bride and caring for her, it’s to
never waste a day. It doesn’t matter that I screw that up with each
bride. I have so little time with Sierra and she comes with none of
the virgin baggage I’m accustomed to so why waste a single
minute?
    I release her breast and take the
other into my mouth, sucking until her sighs turn to heavy moans.
She’s more than beautiful. When I release her this time, I give a
gentle tug to her hair and watch as her eyes slowly open. My voice
is throaty and filled with emotion. “Are you sure, Sierra? I want
you badly, but I’m not a good man.”
    Her lips form the naughtiest of
smiles. “The last thing I want is good. Be very, very wicked with
me, Sarn, because that’s what I will be with you.”
    Her whispered words careen straight to
my cock. Her pussy is lined up perfectly. I release her hair and
take hold of her hips. Our eyes stay fastened to each other’s as I
press her down until she takes my entire cock within her warm
folds. Her eyes are glassy, dark pools that draw me in. She takes
my cheeks within her hands and kisses me. Our tongues dance as our
bodies melt together in a slow friction burn.
    Her eyes go dreamy with need as the
passion heats between us. She feels so damn good. I have an
ethereal connection with her, similar to how I feel with a bride.
It’s nothing like the mindless release I’ve had with the women I’ve
fucked this past year. Sierra is different. Our connection is
deeper, and a little more of my heart makes room for
her.
    When I can no longer control myself, I
thrust harder and faster into her warmth. Her fingernails rake
across my shoulders as her legs clench tighter. The flame between
us grows hotter until she pulls her lips away and shouts her
pleasure. She pulses around my cock, which makes my balls tighten
further. With a final groan, I let myself go and release my seed
deep within her.
    We cling to each other as cool water
laps around us while we settle. Her head rests on my shoulder and
my hands cup her ass to keep her close. I should be happy. She gave
me the gift of escape. I should cherish this moment and always
remember it as special. That’s not what I feel, though, because
sadness grips me.
    When I reach orgasm with a bride,
violet light bursts from my body and bathes us. It’s unique between
a dragon and his bride. This didn’t happen with Sierra. I’m very
stupid for holding out hope that she could be the equivalent of a
bride and help me escape the curse. She wasn’t a virgin. I didn’t
choose her at a claiming. She is not a bride and this realization,
the absolute