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He said this, but her eyes widened when she saw two chests in the room, one of them open. Amalia ran to it and picked up a book to flick through it.

“These chests were a part of your collection.”

Before she could read anything, he grabbed the book she had been going through and tossed it into the chest. Then he closed it with a shadow of magic lighting in the keyhole.

“I will not permit you to go through these.”

She tried to open the chest and found she couldn’t.

“Why not? I could grow my magic with them.”

“Because most of these books I have obtained from Dark Witches. Only a handful are remedies or protections. The rest are spells of evil and will teach you how to pull apart creatures in order to use them.”

Her hands immediately flew away from the chest to land between her breasts as she cupped them together.I hope I was not touching such a book.

She noted he watched her reaction and was pleased with it.

“Why do you not destroy them then?”

“I have studied them. If I am aware of the chant or the mixture of plants that are in the potion they are about to use against me, I have more understanding of what I am being attacked by.”

That is a very intelligent deduction.She could only imagine him sitting there reading it with disgust but pushing through so he was able to better defend himself.

With an appreciative smile towards him, she turned back to the plants to touch them before she looked over the shelves with spices. She didn’t even know what some of the items were in this alcove.

“So, I can take the ones I need?”

“No, nothing can leave this room.”

“I thought you said I could use the ones I need to heal myself.”

She felt him come up behind her and push her hair out of the way so he could bring his lips to the nape of her neck. The fibres of hair in her scalp stood on end, and her skin pricked due to the attention.

“You may make the concoction you need to heal yourself from my touch and take it with you.” His other hand came up to rub between her breasts before softly clasping around her throat. “But I will have to ward this room away from you unless I am with you.”

A shaky breath fell from her when his head tilted so he could trail his lips against the side of her neck.

“Can I take some to season my food?”

She really was sick of eating bland vegetables.

He paused for a moment to think before his mouth settled back in. “If that will make you more receptive, then yes. Depending on which combinations you wish to take.”

It was a compromise, and one she wouldn’t hesitate or argue with to take.

Amalia turned so she could take his lips with her own, very delighted with the Dragon right then. She wrapped her arms around his head before licking across his lips so he would open them. When he did, she tangled her tongue against his to taste the inside of his mouth.

I am liking this side of him.

Then her eyes flew wide when he sucked on her tongue, a moan coming from her.

He pushed her until her back was against the shelving and she found herself surrounded by plants and flowers as he thrust his hips. Her mind grew foggy, forgetting why he needed to show her this room in the first place. She was too elated, too excited by everything around her to remember.

He was just starting to slowly lift her from her feet when he paused his mouth and his movements halted. She opened her eyes to find his were open and off somewhere else, like he was listening to something.

“I sense trouble,” he said, before pulling away.

“A Witch?” The irony of that when he had one in his arms escaped her.