WARNING: INTENSE SEXUAL CONTENT AHEAD :3333
"Zarek, wait—"
Roxy didn't even get to finish her sentence. She didn't get to prepare herself. She barely had time to grip the furs beneath her before Zarek's head dipped, his broad shoulders spreading her thighs wider than she thought physically possible, and he buried his face between her legs.
"OH FUCK!"
Roxy's head slammed back against the silk pillows Zarek had so meticulously arranged. Her back arched off the ground, her toes curling so hard inside her boots she thought they might cramp.
This wasn't a human tongue.
She knew Zarek was a dragon. She knew he was big, hot, and scaled. But she had forgotten about the texture. It was long, thick, and covered in tiny, soft ridges that acted like a thousand individual fingers stimulating her all at once.
Zarek had a fucking barbed tongue he didn't use before!
And it was hot.
