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“But the question is, Lord Geryon, am I fond of you?” Her tone told him she wasn’t and had been purposeful like a snake’s fanged strike.

Insolent wench!He grabbed the sides of her face and crashed their lips together. He needed to taste that coldness, hoping it was cool enough to freeze his lips.

It wasn’t. Instead, his eyes widened when her scent immediately became warm with desire.

She was pushing at his shoulders to force them apart, and he backed up to look at her.

Her stare was the same, but he could see her chest had dotted with the beginning redness of arousal. Her skin even felt warmer under his palm, his fingers across her face.

Her heart has never beaten this fast.Not in the library. Not when he’d touched her back in the feasting hall. Not when he had her pressed up against the wall.

He could hear it pounding in her chest with his sensitive ears, picking up speed with each second that passed.

Beaming, Geryon brought their lips back together, kissing her deeply and with force.Her desire was swift.She was trying to hide it.

If he were human, he wouldn’t have known any better.

Unfortunately for his captured prey, she was in the presence of a Dragon. Geryon could hear it in her heartbeat. Could taste it in her unmoving lips. Could smell it in her scent. Could feel it in the heat of her skin.

Cecily was aroused for him, by him.

He turned them and pushed her back up against a cabinet. Scrolls fell from it when it tilted to hit against the wall.

He left one hand cupping the side of her face, letting his thumb stroke over the bone of her cheek. He moved his other hand to wrap it around her midsection softly.

Come on, Cecily.He could scent that her arousal was deepening. She’d even stopped pushing him away. Something was going on in her mind because she appeared frozen.Reciprocate.Once she finally did, at least to return his kisses, he could go somewhere with her.

With a silent growl, he pulled away from her mouth to brush his lips against her neck. He felt her skin prickle against his tongue as he ran it underneath her jaw.

“Why are you so warm?” she said, now that he had freed her mouth. It wasn’t a whisper, but it was soft.

“Because my blood is pumping rather hard right now.” Geryon thrust his hardening cock against the crook of her thigh and pelvis, giving her an additional explanation as to what he meant. He’d been growing hard from the moment she started uttering callous words to him, her cruel banter in the hallways. “And we are very alone right now.”

They were. The shutters in this room were always closed unless it was being used for its intended purpose. This room was at the very end of the palace, meaning not many came here.

Geryon pulled back once more, wondering how he could get her to bend to his will.She is still fighting me.

If he didn’t get her to break past this first barrier, he knew he would get the same reaction as the last time he tried to reach under her skirt.

I wonder...

“Please, let me kiss you,” he sweetly begged.

He connected eyes with her, and her stare wasn’t as calm as it had been before he asked. Her green irises flickered like the lightning strike of a storm between his own, glittering in the light that peeked in from behind the drapes.I wonder what she is thinking.

Was she confused that he asked her? Surprised that he wasn’t above begging? Was she caving because he attempted to ask so tenderly? The mystery of her hidden thoughts and emotions was just as titillating.

The tight press of her mouth softened, and he knew he’d won.

Cecily parted her lips for him this time when he dipped his head and brought his down on hers. When he moved them, she moved them in time with his.

Geryon found the perfect moment to tilt his face so he could slip his tongue deeply inside her mouth. She tasted divine, and it felt all the better because she was softening in his arms, twisting his tongue with her own. She twirled it around his, tilting her head the opposite way to deepen the kiss herself.

Geryon’s eyes were cracked open so he could watch hers shut. She was quiet, didn’t make a sound, but for the first time since he laid eyes on her, her face appeared remarkably gentle.

Slowly, as not to spook his easily skittish prey, he brought his hand up from around her waist. He tried to get her tongue to follow his into his mouth while he did. When he felt it slip past his teeth, he sucked on it, startling her.

While she was distracted, he pulled at the tie on the back of her dress.