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But his hand didn’t move. His fingers only slipped toward my neck, running through my hair. I knew he hadn’t used his powers to light me on fire, but I still felt as if I was about to turn into a pile of ash any second now. It started at the tips of my toes, the warmth climbing up my legs, spreading out through my core. We were close. His grip was no longer loose, his fingers applying pressure as he pushed forward.

The gap between us closed in the blink of a starry-filled eye. His lips crashed against mine, his hand steering the kiss. My breath was stolen, my entire being lit up in a blast of sparkling fireworks. I could physically feel my feet still on the ground, but I could swear that if I opened my eyes, all I would see were clouds. Like he had taken me back to the sky but with his human form instead, no dragon wings needed.

I was flying. We soared.

I let myself melt. I allowed all the stress and fear from today to fall away. Like bark from a growing tree, the skin underneath even tougher than before.

He was gentle with the kiss, but only for a moment. It wasn’t long before his tongue probed deeper, his mouth opening wider. He pushed his body against mine. God, he was so big. And he tasted like fucking heaven. I hadn’t kissed anyone in months, but something about this felt natural, as if we’d swerved around any initial awkwardness and gone straight into a lust-filled familiarity, knowing exactly how to make the other unravel.

His hand went down to my hip, tugging me harder. We were both getting turned on by this; there wasn’t any doubting that now. I slipped my hand under his shirt, felt the heat of his skin scorching against my palm.

I fucking loved it.

And I wanted more of it. More than just my hand against his back. I wanted all of me against him. I needed that heat to consume me. It was a thought that burned its way to the very forefront of my focus. Maybe this would all be over tomorrow? Maybe I’d be back home to my normal life without Damien thinking twice about me once he realized this was all some big mistake.

Which all meant that I had to take advantage of the now. If tonight was the one and only night I’d spend with a hunky dragon, then so be it. I was going to make the best of it.

I fell back on the bed with a little bounce. Damien looked down at me with hooded gaze, a delicious smirk slanting his lips. They glistened in the light.

“You’re an incredible kisser,” Damien said in a low growl as he climbed onto the bed, taking my neck in his hand again, lips now pressed against mine.

“Why did you think the vamps wanted me?”

“I thought it was because of your big, fat ass, but maybe…” He arched a brow, chuckled as he moved back in. His breath tickled my skin. “It’s because of your kissing abilities?”

“Yes, among other things.”

“What are all of these ‘other things’?”

I shrugged and moved in for another kiss. “Maybe you’ll find out. I have to keep some secrets to myself.” This comfortable banter, this ‘no barriers up’ mode felt foreign to me, but also it felt right. Exactly what I wanted. As if we had lived a thousand other lives, always meeting, always crashing together, and in this one we weren’t wasting a single second.

I kissed him without any reservations. I didn’t want this inferno to die down… Not now. Not while I was still dreaming. Because this couldn’t be real—there was no way. I didn’t pull guys like Damien, ever. I jerked off to them plenty of times, sure, but being in the flesh with a man so far out of my league felt nearly criminal. And I was so fucking ready to do the time.

My hand went down underneath the waistband of Damien’s pants. His firm, smooth ass felt good against my palm as I squeezed, moaning into another kiss. He ground his hips, rubbing himself against me. Both of us were rock-hard. I pushed back, the pressure inside me building, and the inferno roared. It scorched away any shyness I may have had. He wanted me, and now he knew I wanted him, simple as that.

“Fuck, Robby, I need to see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”

His words heightened the fever that threatened to scorch me.

“Take it out, then,” I said against his lips. He got up and went to undo his zipper, his pants bulging. This was it. The moment he’d bare it all, and I was ready to take it all. It was a need—just like he had said.