As my eyes flickered open, I looked down my body as Blane was removing my shoes and about to pull down my pants. He was being so gentle, clearly doing his best not to disturb me. For such a big, tough guy…he had a featherlike touch when it came to me. He told me he compared me to a snowdrop flower when we met…delicate, fragile and pure. His words had touched me, but now I wanted him to treat me as a mate and not something that needed handled gently or delicately.
I loved being touched by Blane, gentle or otherwise. But when he was dominant over me, slightly heavy handed…rough and hard on me…. that got my heart racing more than anything else. I craved it now. Not many women could admit to enjoying being roughly manhandled, maybe I was a freak? Or maybe that was just how dragon women lik
