Series: Willow Winters
Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 60207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
He slams into me as the last word leaves my lips, making me fall backward, and pumps into me with primal need. My body thrashes as a tingling heat pulses through me. He squeezes my ass as he continues his assault and my body arches and freezes. The sweet sting of my orgasm flows through me in merciless waves. Each one greater than the next. Hitting me fast and hard. My mouth drops open in ecstasy as he pounds into me over and over again. He doesn’t let up, he fucks me as my release rips through me and takes me to a higher pleasure, drawing out my orgasm. My body trembles beneath me as he finds his release. He fucks into me with short, shallow thrusts until he’s spent.
His body collapses next to mine and he pulls me into his chest. He kisses my hair and then my neck. I’m left feeling complete and satisfied. I yawn; I’m so fucking tired. Drago chuckles at me while my hand covers my mouth.
“Are you planning to sleep all day, my treasure?” As Drago asks, we hear the low pitter-patter of small feet coming toward our door.
“Put your clothes on!” Drago hisses as quietly as he can as my niece’s tiny fist knocks at the door.
“Where is my night dress?” I question in a hushed tone. I can’t find it anywhere. I throw the covers off the bed searching for it, but I can’t find it anywhere.
“Here.” Drago throws the pink cotton pajamas at me, and I scramble to put them on.
“Auntie Araaaaa.” I smile as the little dragonling calls for me on the other side of the wall. I hop off the bed and run to the door. The key still stays on the table, but we no longer lock it every night. Maybe we should though.
“Cady!” I squeal as I open the door and scoop her up in my arms. Very much breathless with my heart pounding from almost being caught.
“Auntie Ara!” She claps her tiny little hands and then hugs me, putting her head on my chest. Her chubby little cheek is squished, making her look that much more adorable. She looks just like her father. She even has his eyes. Her hair is adorable done up in pigtails.
“Is it breakfast time already?” I ask the sweet little girl. She puts her thumb in her mouth and nods, going limp against me. Drago comes up beside us as we walk out of the bedchambers. He has my collar in his right hand and I stop in my tracks and arch my neck so he can put it on me. I love wearing it. I love being marked as his.
He moves my hair off my neck and clasps it in place. “Everyone knows who I belong to, Drago,” I say as if I’m tsking him. I feel obligated to give him a hard time over the collar even if I smile all the while. He kisses me right above the collar on my neck and Cady pushes her little hand on his nose to push him away.
“Looks like it’s nap time,” he whispers to me.
“No!” Cady shoots up with wide, very much awake, eyes and shakes her head. I can’t help but laugh as Drago throws his hands up in surrender.
If how he’s been as an uncle is any indication of how he’ll be as a father, then our children will be blessed. Tears prick at my eyes thinking soon we’ll have our own. I never thought I’d be this happy. I didn’t think happily ever afters existed. But they do. They really do.
The End…. or is it?