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Dernin

The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of fiery orange and deep purple.

Dernin stood behind Alaysia, his arms wrapped around her as they watched the spectacle unfold.

The air was thick with the scent of blooming night flowers, and the gentle rustle of leaves in the evening breeze was the only sound that accompanied the quiet symphony of colors.

“It’s beautiful,” Alaysia murmured.

“Not as beautiful as you,” he said in her ear.

She turned in his arms, her blue eyes locking on to his and a soft smile playing on her lips. “You always know what to say.”

With a gentle squeeze, Dernin guided her toward the secluded bathing pool, its surface shimmering under the caress of the setting sun. The water, heated by natural thermal springs, emitted a gentle mist that danced in the air.

“Our own private oasis,” he declared, his voice brimming with pride. He had chosen this place with care, wanting their honeymoon to be a testament to the beauty and peace he wished for their future together.

Alaysia’s smile broadened as she took in the sight. “It’s perfect, Dernin.”

He led her to the pool’s edge, the water lapping gently at the stone-lined banks.

With deliberate care, he undressed her, his fingers deftly unfastening the delicate clasps of her garments.

Each piece of clothing that fell away revealed more of her soft, creamy skin, and his heart thrummed with a primal possessiveness.

She was his, and the thought sent a surge of warmth through his veins.

“Let me take care of you,” Dernin whispered, his hands tracing the skin of her body with reverence.

“Always,” she replied, her voice breathy with anticipation.

He undressed himself, his eyes never leaving hers. Naked, he stepped into the pool, the water enveloping him in its soothing warmth. He held out his hand, and Alaysia took it, allowing him to guide her in.

The water reached her waist, and she let out a soft sigh of contentment. Dernin moved behind her, his hands gliding over her hips, pulling her against him. She felt the evidence of his desire pressing firmly against her back, a silent promise of the pleasure to come.

With a growl of longing, Dernin turned her to face him. His mouth found hers in a searing kiss, a mingling of tongues that had them gasping. He explored her body with a mix of tenderness and fervor, his hands cupping her breasts as his thumbs teased her nipples into hard peaks.

Alaysia moaned into the kiss, her fingers digging into the scales on his shoulders.

Dernin broke the kiss and then lifted her up, setting her on the edge of the pool.

Within seconds, he was before her in the water, his hands parting her thighs.

He tasted her, his long tongue delving into her core with skilled precision.

Alaysia’s head fell back, her cries of pleasure echoing into the night.

His hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as he worshipped her with his mouth, his agile tongue expertly coaxing waves of ecstasy from her willing body. He was relentless, his own need driving him to bring her to the brink again and again.

“Dernin, please,” she begged, her voice ragged with desire.

He looked up at her, his golden eyes dark with lust. “Come for me, my mate,” he commanded.

Her body shuddered as she surrendered to the pleasure, her cries of release a symphony to his ears.

Emerging from the water, Dernin’s muscular form glistened under the twilight. She watched him, drinking in the sight of his naked body as the water beaded on his scales, the strength evident in every line of his warrior’s physique.

He sat beside her, the stone cool against his skin, a stark contrast to the heat that radiated from within.

“Come and straddle me,” he commanded, his voice a low rumble dripping with desire.

Alaysia complied, her movements deliberate and laced with anticipation. She positioned herself over him, her hands resting on his broad shoulders for balance. Dernin’s hands grabbed her hips, guiding her as she slowly lowered herself onto his waiting erection.

The feeling of her warmth enveloping him was exquisite torture. He filled her completely, the fit snug and perfect. A groan escaped him as she began to move, her rhythm slow and deep, each undulation of her hips a dance of sensuality that threatened to unravel his tightly wound control.

Her breasts were at eye level, and he could not resist the temptation they presented. He cupped the soft mounds, his fingers teasing her nipples into tight buds. The sensation drew a gasp from her, her pace faltering momentarily before resuming with renewed vigor.

Dernin’s desires ran wild, the alpha within him demanding more. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flush against him. With a primitive growl, he took control, driving into her with powerful, deep thrusts.

The sound of their lovemaking filled the air, a symphony of moans, gasps, and the wet slap of skin against skin. Her eyes fluttered shut, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Dernin watched her, his own pleasure heightened by the sight of her abandon.

He felt her muscles tightening around him, her climax building.

“Come for me,” he urged, his voice barely recognizable, so thick with desire.

Her body convulsed around his, her cries of release filling the night. The sight of her undoing was his undoing. With a final, deep thrust, he let go, his orgasm crashing over him like a wave, powerful and unrelenting.

His growl of pleasure echoed through the night as he spilled himself inside her, the intensity of their shared release binding them together in a moment of pure bliss.

Breathless, they clung to each other, their bodies slick with sweat and the remnants of their lovemaking. Dernin’s heart beat vigorously in his chest, his thoughts a whirlwind of satisfaction and a profound sense of rightness.

As their breathing slowed, Dernin pressed a tender kiss to Alaysia’s forehead.

He then picked Alaysia up and carried her over the threshold of their private cottage. The soft glow of the hearth fire cast a warm light over the room. It was a place of quiet solitude, a haven where they could revel in each other’s company.

He had intended to lay her down on the bed to make love to her with tenderness and patience. But the moment he set foot inside, the scent of her arousal and the feel of her body against his ignited a primal need within him—a need that could not be ignored.

With a low growl of desire, Dernin pressed Alaysia’s back against the nearest wall, his hands gripping her waist as her legs instinctively wrapped around him. The heat of her core brushed against his abdomen, eliciting a sharp hiss of pleasure from his lips.

“Dernin,” she breathed, her voice a mixture of surprise and desire.

He captured her mouth with a demanding kiss, his tongue delving into her sweetness as he ground his hips against hers. The friction sent shivers cascading down his spine, and he knew he had to have her again—now.

Her fingers threaded through his hair as she pulled him closer, which was all the encouragement he needed. In one fluid movement, he entered her, burying himself to the hilt in her welcoming warmth. Her gasp of pleasure echoed in his ears, a testament to the bond they shared.

He set a relentless pace, each thrust driven by an insatiable hunger that only she could fulfill. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room. He felt the pressure building within him, a rising tide that threatened to sweep him away.

“Come with me, Alaysia,” he urged, his voice a guttural plea.

Her response was a wordless cry as she clung to him, her body quivering on the brink of release. He tightened his grip on her hips, his own climax barreling toward him with the force of a runaway freight train.

With a final, powerful thrust, he tumbled over the edge, his roar of fulfillment mingling with her cries of ecstasy. The world around them seemed to dissolve, leaving nothing but the two of them joined.

As the aftershocks of their passion subsided, Dernin gently disentangled himself from Alaysia, lowering her to the ground with a tenderness that belied his formidable strength. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, his heart swelling with an emotion so profound that it threatened to overwhelm him.

“You are my heart, Alaysia,” he murmured, his voice thick with the depth of his feelings for her.

She had claimed a piece of his soul from the very start, and he would spend the rest of his days proving to her that she was the most precious being in his world.

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