Naevys
Laiken licks his lips and while he forces himself to maintain eye contact with me, his body instantly responds to my nakedness.
“Maybe you should start talking,” he says, his voice choked with the force of control he’s using to stay still.
He breaths are quiet, but I can see his chest and stomach heaving with the effort to maintain control.
I walk up to him and press my hands against his chest. “I’m ready to give myself to you, Laiken.”
He looks at me, not touching me, and closing his eyes tightly before opening them again. “I can smell your fear, Naevys. You’re not ready.”
Well, that was unexpected. I thought his control would snap and that would be that. But I should have known that my dragon is a better man and dragon than that.
I press my body against his, feeling his bod
