Free Dragon Heat (Dragons of Perralt Book 2) by Sher Dillard

himself.
    His throbbing explosion set off another wave of pleasure as she once again gained release.
    Her world spun, and she feared she would faint. Wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, she held on. Desperate to remain with him. Desperate to be part of his world.
    At last, her breath began to return. She could feel Flint's heart pounding in his chest. His heavy weight on her where he had collapsed. A delicious extra benefit. Being covered by this man. It sent a warm, soft feeling to her heart. She wanted to remain like this forever.
    Flint, exhausted, laying on top of her. There was no better feeling in the world.
    After a long moment, he rose up and looked down at her. He cocked an eyebrow, silently asking her what she thought.
    She could feel her cheeks erupting with a blush. She had just had this man inside of her.
    But the feeling of happiness could not be denied. This was what a person should feel like, she thought. All the time, every moment of her life.
    Reaching up, she gently kissed him and whispered, “Thank you.”
    He smiled back at her, “Don’t thank me yet,” he said. “We have all night. I hope to make it a night that neither of us can ever forget.
    Laila felt a tear forming in her eye, she pulled him down to her so that he wouldn’t see. She would never forget anything about this man. She knew perfectly well that she would spend the rest of her life remembering tonight.
     

Chapter Nine
    Flint turned over and reached for Laila. Damn, the woman was gone. He quickly looked around the room. Gone, like a wisp of the wind in the night.
    His arms ached with the need to hold her. What had he done? The woman was intoxicating, and he was giving her away to some strange prince from a distant land.
    The coin he reminded himself. Everything must be for the coin. His family’s heritage, his family’s future depended on it.
    Yet, the sense of loss that washed through him could not be denied.
    Swinging his legs over the side of the bed he held his head in his hands and fought to tame the beast raging inside of him. Take her, the beast yelled. Take her away from here and never come back. Make her yours forever.
    Flint’s fingers dug into his forehead, trying to silence the beast.
    “She doesn’t know about you,” he said to the beast inside of him. “She doesn’t know what I am, if she did, she would never love me.”
    The beast pushed back, it didn’t care. All it wanted was the woman. To hold and protect her from all evil.
    Pushing the animal away, Flint rose and slowly got dressed for the day. No. he would do this. He had given his word. And, a Dragon of Perralt never broke his word. His ancestors would rise up from the dead and curse him if he did. And he wouldn’t blame them.
    Sighing to himself for the tenth time that morning, he entered his study. His heart jumped. Laila was there, standing by the fire. As beautiful as ever. Her long brown hair glistening, her eyes shaded as if afraid he might see what she was thinking.
    “Good morning,” he said with a smile.
    She smiled back at him hesitantly. She doesn’t know how to act, he realized. She is scared and excited, and absolutely clueless about the impact she had on him.
    “Good morning,” she replied, her hands clasped together in front of her.
    He chuckled. “Relax, Laila, I’m not going to bite, I swear.”
    She blushed, and he was sure she was remembering the love bites she had given his shoulder last night.
    “I uh, I …”
    He smiled to himself and walked over to her, taking both of her hands in his as he stared down into her eyes.
    “I understand,” he said. “Don’t worry. Last night was wonderful. You were wonderful. Thank you.”
    She looked up at him, her eyes began to tear up at the corners. He was positive she secretly wished she had her dagger easily available. The woman would rather fight than show any weakness. She didn’t realize that it was her vulnerability that was her greatest strength.
    He