"...don't make me look at your snake tongue if you have one."
A soft, low chuckle rumbled deep in the dragon's chest. "I promised I would be gentle, didn't I? A god does not break his vows, especially not to a protagonist of your caliber."
He didn't rush. He slid the straps of my top down with an almost reverent slowness, his cool, smooth fingers brushing against my skin and leaving a trail of electric shivers in their wake.
When the rest of my clothes hit the floor, I instinctively tried to shield myself, crossing my arms over my chest, suddenly hyper-aware of every single flaw I thought Stephanie had.
But he gently caught my wrists, pulling my hands away with a strength that was unyielding but entirely devoid of aggression. He forced me to stand proud before him.
"Look at me, Stephanie," he commanded softly.
I forced my eyes up, meeting those vertical slits.
