Page 137 of Marked By Moonlight

We could be tied upside down in a pretzel shape, and I would have been perfectly happy as long as he stayed deep inside me. Since when were dragons so picky?

“You’ll see,” he said.

I didn’t want to see. I wanted to feel, dammit.

“Is dying of lust a thing?” I groused.

He chuckled. “If it were, I would be long dead. Ever since the day I met you.”

He was trying to butter me up, and it was working.

I rolled to all fours and wiggled my rear. “Happy?”

The rumbling sound he replied with assured me he wasplentyhappy.

Gripping my hips, he slid up behind me, whispered, “I love you,” and powered back into me.

My vision blazed as he moved, deeper and harder. As soon as I caught the rhythm, I moved too, bumping back to meet him.

There was a fair chance I was yowling like an oversexed cat, but my ears were too filled with a roaring sound to tell. At first, I thought that was Marius’s dragon, but no. It came from deep in my soul.

I’d always pictured my mixed supernatural heritage as a ball of cast-off yarn in dozens of different colors. The original strands were forever tangled, and no amount of plucking would ever separate them.

But now, a single, golden thread glittered in the darkness, telling me one tug would pull it free. My dragon heritage?

Marius scraped his teeth along my neck, and I arched up into him.

Yes! Yes!my soul cried in eager anticipation.

Twin points of fire sliced into my neck as Marius bit down — a quick flash of pain, followed by blinding pleasure. I groped around and pulled my lover’s head closer, urging him to bite deeper.

Supernatural energy zapped and hummed inside me, a thousand times more intensely than ever before.

Marius inhaled, sealed his lips around the bite, and—

Whoosh!Flames raced through my veins.

A dragon kiss. I’d heard the stories, but nothing came close to describing that dizzying, sensual heat.

Marius rolled his hips, powering into me one more time, then exploded.

I cried out, deaf and blind to everything but the forces inside me. Suddenly, space and time jumped, and wind breezed past my ears. Cool air tickled my skin. A thousand countryside scents filled my nostrils. My eyes were closed, but I saw the château and its grounds from an aerial perspective.

I was flying — at least in my mind — beside a huge, dark dragon. He looked at me with sparkling eyes and shot a plume of fire into the sky just for the joy of it.

At first, it was terrifying, because that fire could incinerate everything around it — including plain old me.

Then I realized I wasn’t a plain anything any more. I was a dragon, like him.

The massive dragon at my side swooped, rolled, and loop-de-looped around me, showing off like an elite fighter pilot.

Much better than a fighter pilot,Marius growled.

My eyes snapped open, and I was back in bed, skin tingling, heart pounding.

Whoa. Had I really been flying? Was I really a dragon?

No, but you will be soon,Marius murmured into my mind.