"I want to kiss every part of you," she murmured between kisses, voice thick with want. "Your chest… your stomach… your throat… everywhere before I reach the draconic cock. I've waited so long to touch you like this… to feel you like this."
Phei's control began to feel less like an iron wall and more like a very expensive fence being tested by a determined princess.
He loved that too.
Loved the way she made him feel wanted and not just admired from afar as some unattainable Young Dragon. Wanted closely. Physically. Tenderly. Greedily. Loved the way her boldness kept catching up with her shyness, how she would kiss him with ferocious hunger, then blush when he looked at her too knowingly.
Loved the way she was discovering power over him and becoming drunk on it.
Delilah finally pulled back, breathing harder than before, her hands still resting on his bare skin.
Phei's chest carried the evidence of her mouth.
