SARAH
Dymitri’s kiss surprised me, but not for long. I couldn’t stop myself from responding, tentatively at first by lifting my chin and returning his kiss, before eagerly grabbing hold of his hair to tug him closer.
I wasn’t sure what had come over me. Perhaps I was still in shock from seeing him transform into a dragon and back. A dragon!
But I knew it was far deeper and more elemental than shock. I could not resist him, and I did not want to.
My enthusiasm only seemed to spur him on. His kiss began softly, with light, melting brushes against my lips. Then the connection shifted, deepening further and further. Eventually he groaned and tilted my head backwards, dragging his mouth down my neck and sucking hard at my pulse point.
My breath hitched in my throat as he grabbed my waist a
