The Exiled Dragon
Just like my mother with her mate.
Pulling back reluctantly, giving her air, her heavy eyelids opened. “Oh,” she breathed. “That was,…” I didn’t let her finish, my lips massaged hers, my teeth pulled her lip sucking it gently. Everything was gentle with my Fawn. I would never hurt her. I would protect her, love her until the day my dragon ceased to exist.
Her tongue traced my bottom lip, her own hands cradled my face, rubbing my neck and shoulders. Fire burned just as I had felt with my dragon. Her tongue touched the tip of mine. I pushed forward, meeting with the same gentleness as she gave me.