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Dragon Lover, Mage Husband
(Daisy Rose)
"You look flushed," he whispered close to her ear so that they would not be able to be eavesdropped by the dancers who had swayed close to them.
She forgot how to breathe. "I- I-" she stuttered, but she couldn't form the words. She didn't even know where to begin.
"Relax, my love," he hummed, his grip on her tight enough that he was leaving bruises the size of his fingers on her skin. "I know what I'm getting myself into when I married you," he said. "I thought you would have at least been kind enough to give me the first taste, hmm?" his hold on her was punishing now.
To the casual observer, they looked like a newly-wed couple who couldn't keep their hands from one another, his arms wound around her torso so tightly that her feet barely touched the ground, his body so much larger than hers that she was fully eclipsed by him, just a flash of red wrapped in a sea of blue.
"Shh... No need to be so panicked. I'm not going to hurt you," he reassured her and though his tone remained calm and collected, his hands on her body was starting to suffocate.
"Ah, ah," she gasped, pushing her palms against his chest.
For a human mage, he was remarkably strong. Then again, a dragon's power laid not in its physical strength. She could hurt him if she truly wanted to, but she didn't want to. There was pain in his words that he was dishonest about displaying, that he shielded by acting cruel. He had never hurt her before.
"I'm sorry," she whimpered, eyes filling with tears that immediately soaked into his suit. It even smelled expensive.
He leaned away from her, finally allowing her to catch her breath and removing the pressure on her body. He shifted his hands until they were lower on her body, pulling her up until his hips were pushed into her body. He was already hard and the feeling of his arousal pressing so solidly against her belly made her skin warm. "Ahh, how could I stay mad at you?" he drawled, the breeze of hot breath hitting her sensitive ear.