Series: Willow Winters
Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 60207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
As I loosen my grip on her, I have to catch her small body and gently lay her down. She falls easily to the bed, and I make sure to kiss her on the crook of her neck. It's still slightly colored from the flames earlier. A beautiful pink. And then I pet her back gently as I pull the covers over her body. All the while my heart rages.
I lie next to her, holding her small body close to mine and kiss her neck as she quickly drifts to sleep. Her exhaustion wins out. I continue to hold her though, long enough to admire her beauty and learn the sound of her calm breath. It soothes me.
I move off the bed and see a small spot of pinkish red on the bed. Fear and anxiety overwhelm me for only a moment, remembering she is only human, and I wasn’t gentle in the least. And then I remember her virginity. I watch her for a moment, waiting to see if she's in pain. But she only seems to nestle herself deeper under the covers. No signs of pain. In the morning she'll be sore, I'm sure.
The reality of the situation hits me with a force not meant to be denied. I walk quickly and quietly around the room, blowing out the candles and trying my best not to get too pissed at myself for my lack of control. I blow the last flame out and crawl back into bed. I lie next to her, to my treasure, my Kara, and pull her small body to mine.
My mind races with the potential consequences of what I’ve done.
DRAGO
With the early morning light filtering in the etched glass panes, I wake drowsily and then grin when I feel Kara lying next to me. Her naked body is a glorious sight. Ever so gently, I push her hair off her face and run my thumb along her jaw, careful not to wake her but unable to keep my hands off her.
Her expression is nearly angelic; she is so calm and at peace in her sleep. I clench my jaw remembering last night, the highest of highs and the lowest of lows.
I’ve never had a woman attempt to leave me before. I’ve also never wanted to keep one as much as I do Kara.
If ever there was a line, I’m certain I crossed it last night. I wouldn’t take it back though, not for a single second. She’s mine. In every way, this woman is mine.
That fact doesn’t lighten the burden that weighs heavily on my shoulders though. The consequences of what I’ve done. I sigh heavily and run the hand that’s free down my face, stopping at the rough stubble of my jaw. Kara is soundly sleeping on my other arm, with her face buried into my chest. The sheet hardly hides her body from me. The curve of her waist and lush ass tempt me and I’m all too aware of my hardening cock.
Still sleeping, Kara stretches catlike against my body. Her breasts brush against my chest and I stifle a groan. Her leg pushes over mine as she yawns and twists to stretch her limbs. I watch her, waiting for her to realize where she is. I smirk at her as her eyes pop open and she stills against me. Her heart hammers and her eyes widen.
“Good morning treasure.” She quickly moves the covers up her body and slowly lies down next to me so that she’s barely touching me.
As her gaze looks me up and down, slight fear flashing in her eyes, I remind myself that it’s expected. That all of this is new to her. And yet, I fucking hate it. Yesterday morning, she didn’t know I existed.
It takes everything in me to maintain my composure. Slowly, she seems to remember every moment, and a warmth colors her cheeks.
A low growl of approval rises in my chest as I readjust under the sheets, my dragon stirring and wanting more. Wanting her naked again. Wanting to spoil her, to have my hands on her.
Although I’m sure she’s sore from last night’s events, the thought makes my dick stiffen further. I made that pussy sore. I could lick it to make it better.
“Good morning, Sir.” She answers, but I don’t think she realizes that her use of sir is an indication that she wants to play. I’m certainly up for it, but I have a feeling it wasn’t her intention.
“You want to play treasure?” Her eyes fly to mine as I question her.
Her wide eyes, still full of sleep, peer into mine, “Now?”
“You addressed me as Sir,” I offer an explanation.
She shakes her head gently, “I don’t think so…I, um…” She swallows as she pulls the sheets closer. Rather than allowing her to fumble through thoughts and explanations, I grant her mercy.