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of it through orgasm, it would have to wait.
    “Close your eyes,” Issa said. Kris obeyed. Without the visual indication of their proximity, the draw of her energy seemed to take over. Without any effort on her part, his hand moved the remaining distance between them.
    Kris let out a gasp when his palm met hers, fingertips to fingertips.
    “You’re soft,” he whispered. He looked at their hands in fascination when she spread her fingers slightly, allowing his to twine between and clutch her hand. “I feel like I might break you. Does that hurt?”
    Issa smiled. “You can’t hurt me. Does it still hurt to touch?”
    “No… it feels warm. Comforting,” he said with a note of wonder.
    Without releasing her hand, he raised his other hand and tentatively brought it to the side of her face. With the barest, tickling touch he traced the line of her cheek, continuing with his fingertips down her neck and over her shoulder, down the length of her arm, and up past her elbow to the wrist of the hand that gripped his own. He traced the entire path backward to her shoulder.
    Issa’s breathing became rapid, her heart pounding with each slight touch. Kris’s eyes followed his touch and Issa watched his expression transform with each new discovery: the pliant silk of her lips, the wet texture of her tongue when she darted it out to taste the tip of his thumb. He pressed and caressed and sometimes pinched just a little while he explored.
    “I’m made like you,” she whispered.
    “I know,” he said. “But I already know what I feel like. You feel much nicer. Does Erika feel like this? The other women?”
    Issa smiled and nodded. “They’re all just a little different, but mostly the same. Dragons feel different from humans, too. You’ll see.”
    “How?” he asked.
    With a tiny surge of energy she let her scales show, her skin growing a brighter lavender and shimmering in the ambient glow of the altar beneath them.
    Kris swept the flat of his palm along her arm. “You feel the same as before.”
    “Yes. Humans are a little smoother—softer. That’s all.”
    He grew bolder with his touch, brushing both palms down her chest and around the sides of her breasts. He cupped them both, pushed them together, then released them, watching with fascination while they sprang back to their natural shape.
    “I think women are a lot softer,” he murmured.
    “We are, yes.” She sighed softly when he cupped her breasts again and dipped his head to taste each pert nipple. After several seconds of him doing laps around her nipples, during which Issa thought she’d lose her mind, he raised his head and pressed his mouth against hers.
    The kiss was clumsy at first, the simple press of lips on lips, until she took control. She gripped the back of his head, tangling her fingers through his silky hair, urging him to tilt his head. He moved his lips experimentally, pulling at hers, darting his tongue out to run it along her lower lip. Issa let her tongue slip out to meet his and parted her lips a little more, inviting him in. He pressed his lips tighter against hers, the vibration of his harsh moan sinking into her mouth along with his slick tongue.
    Without thinking, she spread her thighs and Kris moved between them. The scorching heat of his erection brushed along her inner thigh.
    Kris’s body went rigid in response to the contact and he pulled back from their kiss, hands gripping her shoulders tightly. He stared between them, panting from desire. His cock twitched against her thigh, just to the side of the deep lavender of her glistening pussy lips.
    “Does it feel good yet?” Issa asked, her voice rough with need.
    A lock of dark hair fell across Kris’s forehead with his brisk nod. He looked back into her eyes, his gaze feverish. Then he pulled back and shook his head, grimacing.
    “I have to wait. It’s too soon. But Sweet Mother, I want to be inside you. Deep inside.”
    “Too soon?” she asked, confused. The energy she