It's in her first kiss

Here she was walking alongside Tiamat in the garden completely alone with him and fanning away the occasional firefly that darted their way.

His face shone beautifully under the moonlight, his eyes filled with painful adoration as he looked at her intently and briefly closed his eyes for a moment since he watched her stare at the moon.

Distracted by him she stared at how his beautiful eyelashes swept across his eyelids and he opened his eyes again with another of his wickedly sinful smiles.

Tiamat was close enough for her to feel the intensity in his gaze and as usual she had no desire to flee.

She was tempted by the black flame of the dragon and found herself less inclined to leave the warmth of his embrace.

Fiona could feel the dew on the moist grass as it permeated her leather thong sandals.

Isn't that what made her nipples poke out through her dress?

Not him but the coolness of the moist night air which made her lick her lips suggestively and send shivers down her spine.

Not any man would do, she realized that now after meeting the gorgeous Torque, only Tiamat made her yearn to know what a dragon lord's embrace was really like.

It was not like she didn't know that Tiamat was scheming to steal not just her panties but also her heart so she would accept his proposal and finally become his wife.

She needed to remain strong as he was slowly weakening her defenses but surely nothing was wrong if she allowed him to steal a kiss.

How else would she be able to relate to all those love songs the bards sang if she never allowed a man to seal her lips with his own.

Suddenly she found herself lifted by the Black Flame, she felt the instant grip of his hands on her, steadying her so she need not panic as he gently eased her back against a tree.

Everything was happening so intoxicatingly fast as she found those hypnotizing eyes of his holding her gaze.

As those wandering hands cupped her face and his right thumb traced a wicked path down her cheek treading lightly until he ended at her chin and then he paused.

She found it hard to breathe.

"No," she whispered. "We should head back because-"

"Torque is not what you truly desire," interrupted Tiamat.

"You don't have to concern yourself about him, I know myself," she said softly.

He shook his head resolutely, "Do you? I can smell the inexperienced on you. It takes nothing for men like us to manipulate you easily and discard you when they get tired of you or find the next plaything. Very few dragon lords will claim you legally before the masses, you will be sorry if you continue to tempt dragons, can you not see that?"

She could not have responded even if she tried because he claimed her hungrily with his lips and kissed her thoroughly.

Fiona had nothing to compare it to but her intuition told her that based on the kisses she saw exchanged amongst the villagers wedded couples that this was a kiss above the rest and would have been far superior to any kiss she would have experienced before.

The only way she could describe Tiamat's kiss despite her muddled thoughts was that his lips were firm and possessive from the moment they graced her own.

He did not tease, he did not play around he moved swiftly to assault her senses as he molded her mouth to his own and seized an opening.

His tongue entwined with her and created a passionate entanglement, it was as if the liquid fire from the dragon was being poured down her throat, like gasoline on an open fire, blazing passionately as his tongue seeked out and demanded her own.

She felt intoxicated by his embrace and was surprised by her own body's answering response to the hunger in his kiss as if he wanted to devour her mind, body and soul.

Fiona should have been pulling away or fighting him not surrendering to the magic of his touch because now it seemed he had opened up the devourer in her.

She wanted to learn more and explore the needs of her body through him and she was eager for his hand upon her body, touching and caressing her.

While her luscious breasts were squeezed against his chest, she felt glued where he placed her in his arms.

Unable to even look away from him as there was something so awkward about being pinned up against him between the spread of his manly thighs.

Heat arose in the triangle between her thighs, a place that was ignored for the most part; it was as if a swell of desire rose up from those nether parts.

"Should I add deflowering of young maidens to the rumors of your crimes," she said provokingly when he just watched and waited.

"Only if it's you," he said with a smirk before she understood that this had been his intention all along.

His mouth closed over hers again and he coaxed her to join in, as he playfully nibbled on her lips, his hold on her hips now was firm but not rough.

Then his fingers toyed with her fat braid undoing it so that her hair now hung in rippled wavy tresses that covered him like a waterfall.

He was enjoying running his fingers through her silky hair, then parting it so he could cup her by the nape.

Deepening his kiss and having her like a marionette dancing attentively to all his teasing and pleasure that he seemed determined for her to receive that night.

Once more she parted her lips without deliberately intending to do so and his tongue entangled with hers eliciting a growl of satisfaction.

He wasn't as immune as he acted; she felt his own heartbeat pounded in his chest and she was proud of the fact that she could get such responses from him. That's when the first vision hit her like a wrecking ball.