Page 19 of Dragon Enchanted (Secret Kingdoms: The Draquonir #1)

CHAPTER 18

F ire.

Pure, living, breathing fire.

It surged over her skin, poured into her veins, wrapped around her like a second soul.

But there was no pain.

Only pleasure.

Only power.

Only Vector.

The flames caressed her, licking over every inch of her body, sliding over her skin like silken heat, like a lover’s touch, like something that knew her.

Something that recognized her.

Something that had been waiting for her all along.

A gasp tore from her lips, her spine arching, her breath ragged, her heart pounding as if it could no longer contain the force of her own existence.

Because she was changing.

She could feel it.

Every cell in her body thrumming, shifting, healing?—

Every scar, every wound, every hidden imperfection burned away in the dragon’s fire, leaving behind something new.

Something whole. Something perfect. This wasn’t just power, this was belonging. This was completion.

This was becoming his.

A deep, shuddering cry escaped her throat, her fingers clenching at nothing, grasping at air, at fire, at the overwhelming force of Vector’s magic consuming her from the inside out.

She wasn’t afraid. She wanted it. She wanted him. All of him.

Dragon and man.

Forever.

The love swelled inside her, too big, too vast, too impossible to contain—it felt like it would burst from her chest, shatter her apart, rebuild her again.

She was his.

And he was hers.

Then—

The fire shifted.

Breathed.

And Vector was human again.

Storming toward her.

Naked, powerful, perfect, golden skin glowing, eyes burning red flames behind emerald green, his breath ragged, his expression wrecked.

His magic still surrounded her, flames wrapping around them both, curling in the air like it had found its true home.

His voice was raw, low, shaking.

“Mine.”

And then?—

He pulled her into his arms.

And kissed her.

The world melted.

Her soul erupted.

His lips devoured her, desperate, hungry, claiming her all over again.

The flames flared higher, magic raging between them, their bodies pressing together, fire licking at their skin, heat fusing them together in a way that no force in existence could ever break.

And Raven knew?—

She would never want anyone else.

Never need anything else.

Because this was everything.

Everything she never expected.

Everything she ever dreamed.

And he was hers.

Forever.

Fire.

Not just around them.

Not just on their skin.

Inside her.

Inside him.

Inside the space between them, inside every breath, every touch, every ragged heartbeat.

Vector’s hands moved over her, slow, reverent, like he was memorizing her all over again. Like she was sacred.

Like she was his.

His body was heat and strength, his muscles coiled, taut, trembling with the effort to hold back, to be gentle, to savor, to worship.

But she didn’t want restraint. She wanted all of him. She wanted him to lose control.

Because she was already gone. Already lost in him.

Every brush of his fingers sent lightning streaking through her veins, every kiss stole the air from her lungs, every whispered breath against her skin sent her deeper, deeper, deeper into something beyond anything she had ever known.

It wasn’t just desire. Or love. It was completion.

He lifted her in his arms and settled her over him. She locked her legs around his hips and fought to get closer, to lower herself onto his hard length. To take him deep inside her wet core where she needed him.

Then he was there. His huge cock stretching her open. Filling her. She moaned, head thrown back as she wiggled her hips, wanted more. Always more. Deeper. Harder. Faster. More.

Vector lifted her hips and slid her back down on his hard length as his magic surged between them, golden-red tendrils of fire sliding over their bodies, wrapping around them, through them, into them.

She gasped, her fingers clutching at him, at his shoulders, his back, her nails digging into hot, sweat-slick skin as sensation threatened to pull her under.

She felt everything.

The whisper of wind sliding over her heated skin. The sway of her hair on her bare shoulders. The firm, relentless grasp of his fingers where he held the backs of her thighs, lifted her, pulled her closer. His heartbeat, hammering against hers. His need, raw and endless. His dragon, curling inside his soul, watching, waiting, pleased.

She wasn’t just touching him.

She was inside him. Just as he was inside her.

Their bodies were one, their souls fused, their magic tangled together in a bond so deep it could never be undone.

And when he whispered her name, voice wrecked, his hands shaking as they moved over her?—

Her senses exploded like a handful of glitter thrown into the wind, sparkling and bright and impossible to contain. Pleasure rushed through her, burst out of her, filled the air, the sky, the stars, the entire universe. He was right there with her, his cock moving inside her as he came inside her, filled her with his seed, with magic.

The dragonfire surrounding them flared, surging upward, a column of golden-red heat spiraling into the heavens as if the gods themselves were witnessing what had just been forged.

Her soul flew free, weightless, endless, untethered?—

And he was there, holding her.

Grounding her.

Keeping her safe as she let go, as she soared, as she came undone in his arms.

Her world was Vector.

And nothing else mattered.