Chapters (26)
- Cover
- Content Warning
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- Also by Lila Rose
- Connect with Lila Rose
Hot damn. It was all I could think over and over. I’d never seen anything so ferocious and yet stunning in my life. A dragon’s head covered most of his back. A beautiful, scary dragon. It was perfect for Adrik.
I rested my palm against his back. He shivered. I bit my bottom lip and ran a hand over his smooth, warm skin, as if I petted the dragon.
“It’s gorgeous,” I told him.
“West,” he clipped.
“Hmm?”
“I will need to kiss you now.”
“Okay,” I uttered.
He turned so fast I gasped. His hand cupped my cheek, and his lips were back on mine. I moaned into the tangle of tongues, the brushing of lips. Reaching out, I placed my hands against his chest. His naked chest. Hard planes of muscle greeted my palms. Slowly, I ran them down the dips and ridges of his stomach and felt it move under my hands. My arm brushed against something before a hand gripped my wrist and brought it up just as the kiss broke off to a sweet caress of the lips against each other.
Adrik pulled back and kissed the back of my hand. He shifted around until he was on his back with his arm out my way.
“Come here, moya lyubov’. On your stomach, rest your head on my chest.”
Smiling, I felt the blush rise, suddenly shy even after the kissing. I slid down the bed and curled an arm over his stomach, resting my head to his chest.
This was nice.
Sweet.
I let out a breath and opened my eyes to see the hardness in Adrik’s sleep pants. It matched my own. A fresh new blush hit my body all over. Adrik pulled the blanket over us, covering a sight I wanted to stare at for some time more, but I didn’t say anything.
What we’d done was enough.
I could wait. Even if my dick was crying over the travesty. I wanted our first time to be exactly like it was tonight.
Perfect.
Chapter Eighteen
Adrik
We used to sleep on our separate sides of the bed—until the night we shared a kiss. Now, I woke with West sleeping in my arms, and I could not be any happier. It had been a week since that night, and I knew with the amount of healing West had done, it was creeping closer to the time I would have to get back to work.