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I hesitate, my mind flashing back to all the times I’ve been told this is wrong, that it’s dirty, that it’s something I should be ashamed of. But Lanz’s hand tightens in my hair, and I feel a surge of something I can’t quite name—a mix of nerves and excitement and a determination to prove myself.

I lean in, my lips parting as I take the crown of his cock into my mouth. The taste of him is strange, not unpleasant, but entirely new. I can feel the ridges that run down his length, and I wonder what they’ll feel like against my tongue.

Lanz lets out a low growl of pleasure, and the sound sends a rush of heat straight to my core. My heart’s beating faster than a captured rabbit’s, but I don’t stop. I wrap my lips around him, my tongue exploring the ridges, and I can feel him twitch in response.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice rough, sending a shiver down my spine. “Use your tongue. Just like that.”

I follow his instructions, my movements hesitant at first but growing more confident as I feel him respond. My hands reach up, stroking the length of him, and I can hear his breathing grow heavier, feel the tension building in his body.

“You’re doing so good,” he says. “Such a good girl.”

The praise sends a wave of warmth through me, and I feel my body respond in ways I never expected. I’m not just doing this for him—I’m doing it for me, because it feels good to make him feel good, to know I can affect him this way.

Lanz’s hand tightens in my hair, and I can feel him tense, his body coiling like a spring. And then he’s coming, his releasefilling my mouth, and I swallow it down, looking up at him as I do.

His golden eyes are locked onto mine, filled with a mix of pleasure and something else—something that makes my heart swell. I’ve never felt like this before, like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, doing exactly what I’m supposed to be doing.

Lanz’s hands are on me before I can catch my breath, his grip firm, almost possessive. He doesn’t ask, doesn’t pause—he just moves, like he’s compelled by something primal, something I can’t begin to understand. One moment I’m kneeling on the bed, and the next, I’m flat on my back, the soft sheets pressing into my skin as he looms over me..

“I must take you,” he growls,voice like gravel and fire.

I don’t have time to respond, not that I’d know what to say anyway. His words aren’t a question, and they aren’t a request. They’re a declaration, and something deep inside me responds to it, like I’m caught in the middle of a storm and all I can do is hold on.

His hands are everywhere, hot and demanding, and I can feel the ridges of his scales against my skin as he moves over me. My heart’s pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat, but it’s not fear—it’s something else, something wild and electric that I’ve never felt before.

“Lanz,” I whisper, my voice trembling, but he silences me with a kiss that’s almost bruising in its intensity.

His fingers slide between my legs, and I gasp as he teases me, his touch sending sparks shooting through my body. I can feel how wet I am, how ready, and it’s both embarrassing and exhilarating. He doesn’t say anything, just looks at me with those golden eyes, and I know there’s no turning back.

When he finally pushes into me, it’s slow, almost unbearably so. I can feel every inch of him, every ridge, every pulse, and it’s like nothing I’ve ever imagined. My nails dig into his shouldersas I try to adjust, but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t give me time to think. He just keeps going, filling me completely until I can’t tell where he ends and I begin.

“You feel incredible,” he murmurs, his voice strained, like he’s holding back, and that thought alone has me on the edge.

He starts to move, and it’s like the world falls away. Every thrust sends waves of pleasure crashing through me, and I can’t hold back the moans that escape my lips. His cock is unlike anything I’ve ever felt, the ridges stimulating me in ways I didn’t know were possible, and it’s all I can do to hold on.

“That’s it,” he growls, his breath hot against my ear. “Let go.”

And I do. The pressure builds until it’s unbearable, and then I’m coming, my body trembling as pleasure washes over me in waves. I cling to him, my nails raking down his chest as I ride it out, and he doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow down. He just keeps going, driving me higher and higher until I feel like I might shatter.

When he finally comes, it’s with a low, guttural groan that sends a fresh wave of heat through my body. I can feel him pulse inside me, and it’s the most intimate thing I’ve ever experienced. He collapses on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress, and I wrap my arms and legs around him, holding him close.

His breathing is ragged, his chest rising and falling against mine, the rapid beat of his heart. I reach up, brushing my fingers against his cheek, and he turns his head to look at me. His golden eyes are softer now, filled with something I can’t quite name, and it makes my chest ache.

“Lanz,” I whisper, my voice shaky, and he leans in, his lips brushing against mine in a kiss that’s almost tender.

He doesn’t say anything, just holds me close.

Lanz's arms wrap around me like living steel, his scales radiating a warmth that seeps into my bones. My head rests against his chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat.His strength could crush me without effort, yet I've never felt more protected.

A soft rumble escapes his throat as he drifts into sleep. His features soften, those fierce golden eyes hidden behind closed lids. My fingers trace the patterns on his chest, marveling at how alive he feels, how vital. Not at all the cold creature I'd expect from someone covered in scales.

Sleep eludes me. My body hums with awareness, every nerve ending still tingling from our encounter. My mind races with thoughts I can't quiet.

For years I pretended it didn't matter that I'd never been with anyone. Told myself I was saving it for something special, or that I wasn't ready. But now? Now I understand what I've been missing.

The romance novels I devoured painted pictures of passion, but they fell short of reality. The way Lanz touched me, the things he made me feel - it exceeded every fantasy I'd conjured up alone in my bed at night.

My stomach twists as Mom's voice echoes in my head: "The marriage bed is sacred, meant only for creating children." But how can something that felt so right be wrong? The way Lanz awakened every inch of my body, the pleasure he drew from me - it felt like discovering a part of myself I never knew existed.