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Lanz's grip tightens as he carries me through the door of the cabin, kicking it shut behind us. The room is lavishly appointed, all rich fabrics and gleaming surfaces. My eyes are drawn to the massive bed in the center, its crisp, white sheets practically beckoning.

"You're mine now," Lanz growls, his voice a deep rumble. He lowers me to the bed, his massive frame looming over me.

I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry. "What...what are you going to do to me?"

Lanz's lips curve into a predatory smile, his sharp teeth glinting in the low light. "Everything," he purrs, his hand trailing down my side. "Absolutely everything."

CHAPTER 6

LANZ

My fingers trace the damp fabric. I can feel her heat, her pulse racing against my hand. I pull back just enough to see her face, those wide blue eyes staring up at me like I’m some kind of cosmic anomaly. Maybe I am.

“No one’s ever touched me there before,” she whispers, her voice trembling.

I tilt my head, my golden eyes locking onto hers. “Good. That means I’ll be the first to make it memorable.” My thumb presses against her, slow and deliberate, and she lets out a soft whimper.

“You’re... you’re not... human,” she stammers, her hands gripping the sheets.

“Do you want me to stop?" I ask softly.

Her body shudders under my touch, and she shakes her head.

My fingers hook into the edge of her panties, peeling them down her legs. She doesn’t resist, just watches me with a mix of fear and desire that makes my scales prickle with anticipation.

My lips press against her calf, the softness of her skin a stark contrast to the roughness of my scales. She shudders, her toes curling as I work my way up, each kiss deliberate, each one drawing another quiet moan from her. Her legs tremble undermy touch. My tongue flicks out, tasting her, savoring the salt and sweetness of her skin. She’s intoxicating.

“Your body,” I murmur, my voice low and deliberate, “is a work of nature’s finest art. The Precursors themselves could never hope to accomplish such majesty.” My lips graze her inner thigh, and she whimpers, her hips lifting off the bed. My tongue drags along her skin, slow and methodical, and then?—

I bite. Just enough to make her cry out, to leave a mark she’ll remember tomorrow. Her hands fly to my shoulders, gripping tightly, but she doesn’t push me away. Her breathing is ragged now, her chest rising and falling in sharp, shallow bursts.

I pause, my face inches from where she’s most sensitive. I breathe in her scent, rich and heady, and exhale slowly, watching as her body arches off the bed. “You look so perfect here,” I say, my voice rough with desire. “So wet, so ready for me. I could spend hours just tasting you, savoring every little sound you make.”

Taylor’s face flushes crimson, her hands flying to cover it. “I… I can’t…” she stammers, her voice breaking.

I tilt my head, my golden eyes locking onto hers. “Why are you embarrassed, my sweet one?” My fingers trace the inside of her thigh, and she shudders.

“Good girls don’t… good girls don’t…” she whispers, her voice trembling.

I chuckle, low and dark. “Yes, they do. Especially when they’re with me.” My thumb brushes over her clit, and she gasps, her body tensing. “So tell me, Taylor,” I say, my voice dropping to a whisper, “do you want me to make you cum?”

Her eyes meet mine, wide and pleading, and she nods.

Her scent hits me like a drug—sweet, musky, intoxicating. I lower my head, my lips brushing against her clit with a tenderness that surprises even me. My hands are firm as I spread her open, exposing her to me completely. The sight ofher, wet and trembling, drives a primal hunger through me. I lean in, my tongue flicking out to taste her outer lips, the flavor of her arousal sharp and heady. I suck lightly, pulling her flesh into my mouth until it slips free with a soft pop.

“Lanz,” she gasps, her voice trembling. “I—I can’t?—”

“You can,” I murmur, my breath hot against her. My tongue plunges into her, long and ridged, exploring every inch of her. I’m relentless, my upper lip brushing against her clit with every thrust. She cries out, her body arching off the bed, but I’m not done. Not even close.

Her hands claw at the sheets, her moans turning into screams as I push her over the edge again and again. I pin her down, my grip firm as I hold her hips steady, my tongue working her with a precision that’s almost cruel in its intensity. Her body convulses under me, her orgasms ripping through her like tidal waves.

When I finally pull back, she’s shaking, her breath coming in ragged gasps. I gather her into my arms, her small frame fitting perfectly against mine. My lips brush against the top of her head, my fingers gently stroking her hair.

“You’re beautiful,” I whisper, my voice softer than I intended. She clings to me like I’m the only thing keeping her afloat, her face buried in my chest.

“I’ve never… I never knew it could feel like that,” she murmurs, her voice muffled against my scales.

I hold her tighter, my chest tightening in a way I’m not used to. This isn’t just another conquest, another way to pass the time. This is... different. Raw. Real. And it terrifies me. But for the first time in my life, I don’t care. I’m not letting go.