First came the heat.
Then came the faint musky taste that, for some unimaginable reason, made Riley's mouth water before he realized he was moving again.
His tongue brushed against the slick tip, slow and uncertain, like he was testing the limits of how much a human was allowed to want a dragon.
But in truth, what stood out the most to the fragile mortal was power.
Yes. It was that undeniable and raw power that he just ended up wielding.
Because when the growl that came from above told him exactly how far he could go, Riley finally understood just how powerful this was.
So he took a deep breath and opened his mouth wider, slowly sliding the thick shaft past his lips.
"Mhmm…"
This was probably going to be his sinful obsession.
But while one mortal was experiencing a positive epiphany, one dragon lord was in the middle of a crisis.
Because this—no, he—was probably going to be the death of him.
A dent.
On the backrest.
On his cock.
On his life.
