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Elyzabeth
Dragon Heartbreak
Andros
tilted his head and stared into the distance. He was quiet for a few minutes,
observing the sky and the gathering clouds. Amaia took the chance to observe him.
He was unlike any man she´d ever met. His eyes were green flecked with yellow
and curtained by dark lashes. His nose was bumpy, a bit big and not particularly
beautiful, yet, it suited his face like the last piece of a puzzle. His square
jaw was dusted by a dark beard, the thin line of a scar still visible near his
chin. She swept her gaze downwards. His neck was corded, his arms bulging with
muscle. She couldn´t see his chest as it was hidden beneath the thick dragon
vest but she guessed it was equally impressive. Every time she stood near him
her blood boiled. It was no different now. She had dreamt with him. She had
imagined his mouth on her body, kissing, sucking, licking... She had pictured his
hands, large and calloused, pinching her, touching her, caressing her in the
most intimate way.
“The skies are getting dark and…”
Amaia
held her breath as Andros stared at her. His nostrils flared and the gold in
his eyes became brighter. His lips parted and she had to fight against the urge
to lean toward him and kiss him. She swallowed. Andros closed his eyes and Amaia´s
gaze dropped. She blushed as she caught a glimpse of the bulge in his pants.
Her insides tingled.
“Amaia.”
She
kept her gaze down. She didn´t need to see the shake off his head. She recognized
that tone in his voice. It was the tone he used with his men when he was disappointed
or when he disapproved of a decision. It was worse than being screamed at or
punched in the gut.
“Amaia,
look at me.”
She
shook her head, thankful for the thick hood of her cloak.
“Let´s
go. We shan´t reach Avenshire for the coronation if we dwell here. We must—“
“Look
at me.”
Her
heart fluttered as his gentle fingers grasped her chin and tilted her head
back. Amaia closed her eyes. His fingertips brushed her temple as he pulled
back her hood. He didn´t stop there. They ran over her hair and down her neck,
causing goose bumps to spread over her arms and her lips to part as she fought
to breathe.
“Look
at me, Amaia.”
“Andros.”
She
wanted to deny his request, but she couldn’t. Not when he was still touching her.
Not when he had moved so close she could feel the warmth and the scent of his
flesh. The hand over her chin tightened.
“Ira
ai nogard,” he said in heir native language. “Nogardess principeza ono ode migon.”
“No.”
She
opened her eyes and grasped his wrists firmly. He pulled back, clearly taken
aback by her reaction. Almost as much as her.
“No.
I won’t let you say that. I—“
Andros´
slit like eyes narrowed. She swallowed and he smiled sadly.
“What
do you see, Dragonness?”
“You
are dragon.”
Andros
nodded.
“Your
heart is misplaced, princess.” He released her.
“I
am dragon.”
“You
are princess,” he said roughly before turning his back to her.
“I
am dragon and I am woman and my heart is not misplaced, it is mine to command
and it has chosen you. Do you not see--?”
He
was upon her in a single stride. His lips hot and punishing as they coaxed her
mouth open. She held onto him, reveling in his taste, his strength, his
fragrance. He pressed her closer as his tongue entwined with hers and she felt
his masculine hardness. Her sex throbbed with need.
“Amaia.”
The tone she´d heard earlier was gone, replaced by one full of desperate need.
The same she felt. “We can’t do this.” He pulled back and for a brief instant
she saw the pain in his dragon eyes. She dropped her gaze. He walked away.
“Come
on, princess. I must deliver you to Avenshire.”
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