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“Look at me, my mate.”

I do, and the possessive, satisfied gleam in his eyes steals the breath from me. It’s a glow that turns utterly molten as he sinks deep, pulling me down onto his thick length until he’s bottomed out inside me and I’m stretched to my limit.

Panting, I thread my hands into his hair and tug, tipping his head back so I can drag my teeth over his throat. He growls again, taking my hips in a firm, commanding grasp and lifting me almost all the way off his cock before slamming back into me.

We’re both wild after that, moving together, pushing each other higher, harder. I stroke his wing, and the groan that slips from him echoes all the way down to where we’re joined. I do it again, and he leans in to nip at my bottom lip.

“Not without you, ember.”

Those four little words do me in.

Well, that, and the burning gold in his eyes. The power of him beneath me. The delicious spice of his kiss. The wonder of the room around me and the absolute knowledge of how very much I’m loved.

Ewan’s hand drops between us—stroking me, pushing me over that edge right with him. I shatter, coming with a low scream and my arms banded around his neck, holding his gaze the whole time.

It might be five minutes or an hour before we finally catch our breath. I come down from the high that’s still sparkling through my veins like starlight, and when I do, all I feel is peace.

Slumped in sated bliss against his scaled chest and basking in the warm, steady connection of our bond, I’m reminded once more of the unbearable joy of it all.

Of this. Of us. Of the dragon I call mine.

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