When Sally woke next, she found her dragon draped over and around her, as he liked to do. Cherished. It hit her as if a bolt of lightning sent from the heavens. This was what it was like to be cherished. To have a man hold you as if you were the most precious thing on Earth, and could not stand the thought of even one moment without you by his side. She wondered if any of her siblings had ever known this pleasure.
And felt very sad when she doubted it.
As she tried to do her slither and slide move to go to the bathroom, the arm around her waist tightened, and she found her body wrenched back into the cradle Drake had made of his own. “Where are you going?”
“A girl needs some privacy.”
“Sally-mine, your skin has been cleared of all remnants of illness and sweat. There is no need to shower.”
“I just want to.”
He could hear the pout in her voice, so for his own safety, chose not to look in her face. “Sally-mine, you need to rest.”
Hope flourished in her breast with a speed that left her breathless. “So you want sex?”
“No,” he roared.