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“Under the light of the stars and moon he was breathtaking, bathed in silver light that didn't hide but instead glinted off the scars he'd collected through a life of struggle and battles that I couldn't imagine. He was rough at all edges, and feral, and a bastard. Imperfect, certainly. Stubborn, definitely. Mine? Yes. Mine, and I would take all of him as he was. Every piece of him. He moved down to his knees, nudging himself between my legs to force them open more. As his mouth moved, his lips revealed sharper teeth more dragon than man. His wings, blocking just a bit of the moonlight as they spread behind him, were a constant reminder of what he was. Moving over me, he claimed my mouth with precision and just enough pressure to give me the feeling of lack of control. My head swam as he stole his kiss, deepening it. The taste of him was divine; earthy and smoky with the smell of him wrapped all around.”

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Dirty Lying Dragons

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