CHAPTER NINETY SIX
The burst of sweetness floods Drakar's tongue, overwhelming his senses. Ignoring the absolutely horrid look on Daela's face, he smacks his lips clean.
It has to be the most pleasant thing he has ever tasted.
Is he supposed to do that? Daela is still anxious even though her body shudders with euphoria.
Her thought vanishes when her naked back hits against the soft furs of the mattress.
Drakar's knees nudge Daela's thigh apart; as he unties his breeches to free his throbbing erection, he lowers his body until the head of his penis grazes Daela's entrance.
Daela shouldn't have looked down; her soul nearly vanished out of her body. The ecstasy in her eyes cleared instantly.
Drakar's cock is as enormous as she recalled, the bulbous head wet with soft scales, the angry throbbing veins that weave around his girth make Daela's mouth go dry, her heart jerking with panic.
Everything about it looks like it's going to hurt.
A lot.
