Page 72 of A Yulean Sister’s Guide to Getting Kidnapped

“You’re unbearable at times, you know that?”

“I’m very aware,” I huffed.

I was so angry by the argument I hadn’t realized how close we were standing together, now turned so my back was to the door. Only his breath on my face clued me in. We were both breathing heavily, a mix of irritation and excitement simmering in my veins.

One second, we were apart, and the next his hands were framing my face, pressing me to the wall and his lips touching mine.

This wasn’t a soft kiss, as I’ve had with men who tried to be gentle. Or a fumbling one of someone who wasn’t sure. It was filled with passion, with days of arguing and skirting around each other. I couldn’t tell if it was because we liked each other, or because we couldn’t hit each other and needed some other physical way to relieve the anger.

Our lips pressed together hard, his body molding to mine. I could feel his warmth through our clothes, almost craving it. My mouth opened to breathe for even a moment and his tongue was there, filling me further. I bit down on his lip, making him moan. From pain or pleasure I wasn’t sure, maybe both.

It was intoxicating. Every alarm bell in my head that told me this wasn’t a good idea was drowned out by every touch. My hands snaked up and into his hair, scratching his scalp.

His hands kneaded my chest, fingers managing to flick over my nipples even over the bodice of my dress. I couldn’t stop my body from rolling against his, craving friction in a way I’d never had before.

My hands pressed where his shirt ended, making my way up his skin. His abs rippled beneath my fingers, flexing under my touch. He had some scales that reached up here. They were cooler than his skin, smoother too. Though it was different, I didn’t mind it; they felt kind of nice.

I gasped as something touched under my skirt, first wrapping around my ankle. He kissed my neck, letting me glance down.

It was his tail, snaking under my dress, moving further and further up until he was touching my inner thigh. Gripping his hips, I pulled him in closer and opened my legs, hoping the invitation would speak for itself.

Thankfully, it did. He continued higher and higher until the very tip brushed over my panties. A whine ripped from my lips, forcing me to tilt my head backward. Shadowhart’s kissing had continued down, over my collarbone to where my breasts sat. His hands worked to expertly untie my corset, not letting my dress fall fully, but loosening just enough to free my breasts.

For a moment, I felt shy, but I wasn’t sure why. Plenty of men had seen my breasts. I had a reputation for a reason.

Maybe it was because I actually cared what Shadowhart thought about me. None of my previous partners ever saw past the pushed up tits, pretty face, the crown. He’d seen me wet with laundry water, breaking dishes, and choking on hard liquor. There was no carefully curated, hard exterior between us. Normally, my walls were high, but right now they felt lowered, and everything felt exposed.

And even more exposed when he pulled back to get a good look at me. My instinct to pull away was strong, but his hands held my shoulders and his tail was wrapped up one of my legs, so I just sat there, and let myself be looked at like prey.

Finally, I couldn’t take it. What could he possibly be staring at?

“What?” I snapped harshly.

Instead of recoiling, or getting mad himself, he read my anger like a book. “Just trying to memorize every inch of you before I make a mess of you.”

His words made me melt. “I hope you’re ready to make good on that promise.”

“Such a fucking attitude,” he said, pressing me back to the door.

A retort sat on the tip of my tongue but died as he pressed his tail harder to my center, flicking it over my clit. What ended up coming out of my mouth was a garbled moan.

“Nothing to say with my tail between your legs?” he taunted, only adding more speed and pressure.

That thing was dexterous, flicking back and forth like fingers. I ground down on him, feeling myself climbing higher and higher.

“You’re going to listen to me from now on,” he whispered into my ear as he leaned in to bite the lobe harder than he needed to.

“What if I don’t want to?” I managed, albeit breathily.

“Then you’re going to be punished the way you deserve.”

Thinking about what that could even mean had my every hair stood on end.

Everything tensed, getting so close to release, before he took it away, easing up the pressure and pulling away.

“P-please,” I managed to get out.

He hummed, going back to his intense motions. “I don’t know. I think only good girls get to come.”