Chapter Seven
S ard was going to kiss her.
His hands cupped her cheeks. The warmth of his touch seeped into her chilled skin.
Julie took a deep breath, then lifted her lips, accepting.
His mouth crashed into hers, filling her with heat. Their lips melted together, the warmth of his breath bouncing between them. His tongue traced the seam of her lips. It sent little sizzles of desire through her.
“Let me in, Julie,” he murmured against her mouth.
She yielded.
His tongue thrust into her mouth, tangling with hers, filling her with his salt and sweet-smoke flavors.
Her heart pounded in her ears, and she let out a soft moan and wrapped her arms around his solid torso.
It was like hugging a warm tree trunk or a living mountain, and his possessive growl only made her hotter.
His confident thumbs slid down her neck and along her shoulder, then down her spine to cup her buttocks.
She whimpered into his mouth. He drew her hard against him until his thick male ridge jutted against her abdomen.
Her breath hitched. That was his desire for her.
It hadn’t just been her one-sided longing for all this year.
He wanted her as much as she wanted him.
She moaned into the kiss, arching into him.
He slid one hand under her shirt and lifted it to expose her bare belly.
Oh!
She abruptly broke off. “Sorry.”
He stood with his hand frozen. “You reject me?”
“No, but, um, I have to prepare you.” She wiped her mouth, panting. “I’m not like the female dragons you bring in. I don’t have their voluptuous curves and perfect skin. I mean, full disclosure, I like my body, but it’s kind of lumpy.”
His voice was low, almost hard to hear, and gruff. “I don’t understand.”
“You once said I had an ideal body type, but even now, I can’t help thinking that’s because you’ve only seen me with my clothes on.”
The silence between them stretched. Overhead, the stars turned with infinitesimal slowness, the wind rustled between the branches of the evergreen trees, and the fresh outdoor scent filled her cooling nose.
He stepped closer, framed her face again. “You’re not rejecting me?”
“I dreamt about being with you,” she said, into the heavy air. “I’ve fantasized about kissing and touching you like this. But those are fantasies. You’re going to see me in reality and get disappointed.”
“Disappointed?” he repeated, starting to sound like his familiar outraged growl. “Who’s going to be disappointed?”
“You,” she insisted, tugging down her shirt. “Others were.”
“Who were these others? Other males? Females? Who saw your beautiful body and then dared to lie about such a thing?”
“They weren’t lying,” she said miserably. “I mean, I haven’t been naked with any other person. That’s the problem?—”
“Did I not say you were irresistible to dragons?” His eyes glowed red, and he gripped her shoulders. “You are the most beautiful female in this entire universe.”
“Nobody else has ever said anything like that. They haven’t even approached me.”
“They’re intimidated.”
“No way.”
“Even I, Sard Carnelian, aristocrat and CEO—former CEO—feel intimidated in your presence.”
“Are you serious?” she asked, tears prickling her eyes as she struggled to believe him.
“Because you are the pinnacle of beauty. No other person is higher.” Sard kissed her cheeks, growled in her ear, and spoke roughly, his voice a low rumble against her skin. “In all the universe, there is only you.”
She half sobbed. “Really?”
He covered her mouth again, unstoppable, and this kiss went on and on, each brush of lips and teeth deeper than the last, until their hearts beat in unison.
He finally pulled away, wrapped his arms around her, and lifted her off the ground.
She gasped, her vision blurry with want as he floated her into the warm cabin and laid her down on the one bed.
His eyes burned. “Now, unveil yourself.”
She obeyed, very carefully disrobing and folding her clothes neatly on the old kitchen chair beside the bed.
She hesitated again at the waist of her leggings because she was wearing plain underwear for extra comfort, not the sexy underwear she would’ve brought for Sard.
But he simply watched, scales shimmering just underneath his skin like he was losing control of his dragon as she got more and more nude.
And that was affirming. Warm cabin air wafted across her bare flesh, and she let out a helpless whimper.
The answering blaze in his expression only made her warm.
Finally, she stood in front of him, bare feet on the old linoleum. “Well?”
His hot gaze traveled all up and down her. “Turn.”
She rotated in place, giving him a view of every vulnerable part of her.
His gaze scorched her. He gripped the hard outline of arousal against his pants like he was trying to contain his own outburst. He felt that way just from looking?
That, more than anything, made her feel vibrantly alive and more beautiful than any tender words.
He made a sound low in his throat. “Now lie on the bed and spread your legs.”
Abruptly, her confidence vanished again. She crossed her arms. “Well, what about you?”
He grunted. “Me? You want to see me unclothed?”
“Why not? I’m totally naked, and you haven’t even taken off your shoes?—”
He flexed. Blood-red dragon scales poured over his body like gemstone rain as he shifted.
His outfit shredded, and the bits floated down to a pile around his clawed feet.
As a male dragon, he filled her cabin, his gemstone eyes whirling on hers, beautiful and majestic.
Then he shrank back down into human form, the scales disappearing into his skin as his limbs slipped back into place, and he stood nude before her.
Hard muscle roped across his incredible body. The power of his dragon couldn’t be fully contained within his flesh right now. Two piercings glinted in his nipples and one in his belly button.
Sprouting from his body was his proud male member. A thick silver ring protruded from the tip, and then six silver barbell rungs lined his shaft, the beads glinting like precious metal. He was, inside and out, made of riches, wearing his treasure hoard on his own body.
Her mouth hung open. She closed it. “Oh.”
“Now.” He approached. “Lie back and spread your legs so I can see all of you.”
She rested her bent knee on the bed, swallowed on a dry throat as he stalked toward her. Then he was within arm’s reach, and abruptly, she realized a new problem.
His cock looked normal size against his body, but his body was thick and massive, which meant…
She held up her hands in a panic. “Wait!”
He loomed over her, resting one fist on the bed beside her waist. “You’re exquisite.”
“No, just a minute.”
He rested his second fist on the other side of her waist, caging her between his arms. “I will not delay in proving my devotion to you.”
“It’s not going to fit.” She gestured desperately at his cock and then at her cleft, which was neatly trimmed but not shaved or anything because, again, she had not expected this to happen today. “You’re too big. I’m too small. There’s no way.”
He straightened, bringing his proud member close to her face. It smelled like him, smoky and gruff, yet sweet, earnest in his own way. “Are you sure?”
No. S he imagined being honest, and then she imagined him saying Then here I come! and jumping on her while she screamed, and so she hedged. “Uh, probably.”
“Very well. I shall become smaller to fit you.”
“You can do that?”
“I will try.” He set his feet and stared at his cock as though he would shrink it by sheer willpower. After a few long seconds, his dick bobbed and swelled.
“I think it’s getting larger,” she commented.
He shook himself. “I lost focus and became distracted by your enticing beauty. I will concentrate again.”
Yeah, she didn’t think that was going to work. But there was his fascinating and huge girth right in front of her face, and she had so many questions, so much curiosity. She was so turned on by his cock. Her body throbbed with arousal. She wiggled her fingers. “May I…?”
He grunted, which she took as assent, and dared to touch his large dick. It was just as she imagined, hard and swollen, and the hard metal also heated to his body temperature. She encircled him with her fingers, her fingers barely clasping over the shaft.
He groaned. “Julie, you are destroying my concentration.”
“Sorry.” She licked her tingling lips. “Can I just…?”
“Anything.”
She nuzzled his dick head, rubbing the warm metal ring against her cheek.
He moaned louder. “I become naked, and the first part you touch is my maleness.”
“Ah, was that wrong?” She inhaled his increasingly smoky scent, enjoyed the damp pearls forming along the ring. “It’s my first time seeing it, and I just wanted to explore you.”
“No, it’s inspiring. I will do the same.” He scooped under her thighs and flung her backward onto the bed.
She shrieked in surprise.
He nestled between her legs, her thighs resting on his implacable shoulders, heels bumping against his back. He palmed her pussy, first stroking down and then moving in a circle. “Yes, you are beautiful.”
Her breath hitched as his fingers explored her, each touch sending waves of pleasure through her body. She went slick with arousal, and the sound of his fingers sliding through her folds filled the room, mingling with their ragged breathing.
“Perfection,” he murmured, his gaze locked between her legs. “Every part of you looks and feels good. It’s even better than I imagined.”
“You imagined me?” she asked, her body responding to his words with an eager throb.
His fingers continued their exploration, teasing her entrance before sliding up to circle her clit. The sensation was overwhelming, and she couldn’t hold back a moan.
“Yes.” Sard’s eyes flashed with satisfaction. “Is this pleasurable?”
“Yes,” she breathed, arching into his touch. “Don’t stop.”