The Dragon Kings' Forbidden Witch

She could feel his trembling, his hands were not entirely steady, a sign that even the great dragon king was losing control in the face of his need for her.

The bodice fell away from her shoulders, exposing the thin chemise beneath.

Kaelen’s breathing changed. It became deeper, more labored, more primal.

He looked at her, still clothed in the delicate fabric, and then he reached up and simply pulled it away, baring her breasts to his gaze.

***

Morgana gasped.

She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, so utterly seen.

She instinctively moved to cover herself, but Kaelen caught her wrists gently.

”Don’t,” he said, his voice carrying a note of command but also something deeper, something that sounded almost like reverence. ”Let me look at you.”

She lowered her arms, allowing him to see her.

For a long moment, Kaelen simply looked at her. His pale eyes burned down at her exposed skin, and Morgana could see the color flashing in them, that pale dragon-blue that suggested GLACIUS was responding to her exposure, her vulnerability, her trust in him.

He reached out slowly and cupped both her breasts in his hands.

The touch made Morgana gasp.

His hands were warm, possessive, and she could feel the tremor in them, the barely-contained power of someone who was inches away from losing all control.

He looked up at her, and in his eyes was a hunger so primal, so consuming, that it should have frightened her.

Instead, it thrilled her.

”MINE,” he said, and the word was almost a growl.

Then he lowered his head.

He took one hardened nipple into his mouth, and Morgana nearly passed out from the intensity of the pleasure.

Her head fell back, her back arching, pressing her breast deeper into his mouth.

Kaelen made a sound of satisfaction, and his hands came around her waist, pulling her closer, holding her in place as he continued his worship.

He sucked gently, then harder, his tongue flicking against her nipple in ways that made her body respond with a hunger of its own. Morgana found her hands buried in his pale hair, pulling him closer, silently demanding more.

He switched to her other breast, and the sensation of his mouth on her fresh skin made her cry out, a sound of pure pleasure that she could not contain.

”God, Morgana,” Kaelen said against her skin, his voice rough and broken. ”You are so perfect. So beautiful. So completely mine.”

He continued his worship, sucking and tasting and exploring every inch of her breasts. Morgana had not known that pleasure could exist like this....intense and overwhelming and all-consuming. She had not known that her body could respond to another’s touch in this way, with such hunger, such need.

And then, without conscious thought, without understanding what she was doing, her hips began to move.

She started grinding against him, her body seeking some outlet, some relief for the building tension inside her.

The moment her hips moved, Kaelen groaned against her breast.

The sound was primal, animalistic, the sound of a man losing his final thread of control. He pulled her closer, his hands gripping her waist, holding her tightly as she ground against him.

The friction was exquisite, building something deep inside her that she did not have a name for, did not understand, only knew that she needed more of it.

***

Kaelen pulled back from her breast, his breathing ragged, his entire body trembling.

He looked at her with eyes that were burning with a hunger so intense it seemed to consume him.

”We need to move,” he said, his voice barely coherent.

He shifted her on the bed, their bodies still intertwined, still desperate for contact.

They tumbled onto the mattress together, Kaelen half-covering her body with his own.

Morgana’s skirts were still in place, the only barrier between them and complete exposure.

Kaelen’s hand moved down, and suddenly his fingers were between her legs, pressed against the fabric of her undergarments, against the place where her body was aching for his touch.

Morgana gasped at the contact.

She had not known that touching could feel like this. She had not known that a simple contact through fabric could send such electricity through her system, could make her entire body respond with a hunger that bordered on desperation.

”Kaelen....,” she breathed, his name a question and a plea all at once.

Kaelen pulled back slightly, looking down at her.

”Morgana, I need to...” he started, his breathing ragged, his pale eyes burning. ”We should...”

His hand was still between her legs, still applying that maddening pressure that made her unable to think, unable to breathe, unable to do anything but feel.

”Don’t stop,” Morgana whispered. ”Please don’t stop....”

Kaelen’s jaw clenched, and she could see the war happening inside him, the war between restraint and need, between the king and the dragon.

”I won’t,” he said, his voice rough. ”But Morgana, if we continue like this, I won’t be able to stop myself from taking you completely. I won’t be able to hold back. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

She nodded slowly, understanding completely.

”Are you certain?” Kaelen asked, his pale eyes searching hers. ”Once I start, I won’t stop. You will be mine in every way that matters.”

Morgana reached down and began removing her skirts.

Her hands fumbled with the laces, but Kaelen helped her, his fingers working alongside hers. Together, they stripped away the last barriers between them.

Her undergarments came off next, and suddenly she was completely exposed beneath him, every inch of her skin available to his eyes, his hands, his mouth.

Kaelen stared at her exposed body with an expression that was part possession, part worship, part barely-contained hunger.

He reached out and ran his hand down her body....from her throat, across her breasts, down her flat stomach, to the junction of her thighs.

Morgana held her breath, waiting, desperate for what came next.

And then his fingers moved between her legs, touching her in a way that made her cry out his name.

”Shh,” Kaelen said softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. ”I’ve got you. Just let me...”