For a heartbeat, nothing existed but the sound of Riley's breathing.
His chest rose and fell. The world steadied. Warmth spilled through his limbs like a tide going out after the storm. He felt weightless and foolish and happy and sore all at once.
Kael did not move away.
Below, the golden dragon's head lifted just enough, his lips separating from Riley's slick, sensitive length.
With an unhurried, possessive motion, the dragon lord ran his tongue over Riley's length one last time in a thorough, slow lick—an offering and a claim—ensuring he tasted every remaining trace of the human's ecstasy. Then, Kael's mouth worked once, swallowing.
"Mnn…"
Riley blinked, his vision still swimming, but the sight of the dragon lord's satisfied expression and the intimate act sent a fresh wave of heat to his already burning face.
"Kael, don't do that," Riley managed, the sound a weak, embarrassed plea.
