He released my hair, and gently traced his thumb along my jaw. I arched my back and gripped the counter behind me. He touched my body in the same manner I touched him. And while my skin didn’t reveal any hidden scales beneath, he left me trembling. 

My body convulsed. Each touch sent bolts of pleasure racing through to my core. With slow, deliberate purpose, he slid his hands up my belly, round my breasts, to my shoulder blades, and pressed me to him.

“Do you want me to stop?” The question spoken in a strained voice.

“Are you insane?”

The right corner of his mouth quirked into a smile. This time, with my hands on the back of his neck, I stretched upwards and claimed his mouth in a kis...

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