Ezra's POV
My both hands were on his chest, and I tried to push him, but he was indeed strong. In the end, he was a dragon, after all. Dragons are the most powerful and strongest among beastmen.
"Your eyes should only look at me," he said as his hand made its way to my eyes. He touched them, and for a moment, I felt—what if he stuck his fingers in my eyes and made me blind? Then what would I do?
"What are you doing? Don't touch me," I said in an annoyed tone while jerking his hand off.
Still, he didn't stop, and his thumb got frozen on my lips.
"Your lips are so suckable, do you know that?"
"Yes, I know," I answered. "'Cause I drink blood from people with their help."
He smiled hearing me, and he was leaning closer while his eyes were fixed on me. I knew what he was going to do. But how could I let him kiss me just like that—when he's a total stranger?
