Page 94 of Captured By the Scaled Outlaw

He smirks, his fangs glinting in the sunset. “You’ve sure got a mouth on you. I should eat you.”

Drawing his mouth to mine, I breathe him in with a whisper of a kiss.

“You still can,” I say, trailing a finger down his neck. The scales quiver beneath me, his Adam’s apple bobbing with a hard swallow.

“We can catch dinner later, yeah?” I ask, looking up at him through my eyelashes.

His eyes pin with aroused excitement, his grip tightening as he stands from where we’re sitting, tossing my crossbow and sling over his shoulders.

He’s nearly drooling when he scoops me up in his arms bridal style, fingers kneading my thighs and breasts.

“As you wish, sweetheart,” he says, licking my jawline.

The moon ascends to its peak in the sky, casting its light along Lowell’s brilliant pattern and coloring in a soft glow. When he flicks his gaze down to catch me staring, my heart stutters.

Without a word, he dips his head to press a soft kiss to my lips. I can feel the desire radiating from him as he brings us to our tent, whispering expletives of what he wants to do to me in my ear.

I melt in his arms, a giddy smile on my face, a warmth tingling in my heart.

Goddess, what a fool I’ve become for him.

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