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The journey to his bedroom was a blur of heat and anticipation.

His bare feet padded softly against the wooden floor, the cool air brushing against his naked skin, but he barely noticed.

All he could focus on was the woman in his arms—her warmth, her scent, and the way her body molded against his as if she always belonged there.

Once inside his bedroom, he wasted no time.

He set her down on the edge of the bed, his hands already moving to the straps of her yellow sundress.

Her eyes never left his as he slid the dress down her body, letting it pool at her feet.

Her white bra and panties followed quickly, until she was gloriously naked before him.

"God, you're breathtaking," he growled, his voice low and rough with desire.

His eyes roamed over her curves, taking in every detail—the softness of her skin, the way her chest rose and fell with each breath, and the way her brown eyes darkened with need.

He wanted to savor her, to memorize every inch of her, but the urgency burning in his veins wouldn't allow it.

He guided her onto the bed, laying her down gently against the soft sheets.

The moonlight streaming through the windows bathed her in a silvery glow, making her look ethereal, like something out of a dream.

He joined her on the bed, his body hovering over hers.

He claimed her lips once more, his hands roaming over her body memorizing every curve.

His fingers found her breasts, teasing her nipples until they hardened under his touch.

Her breath hitched and her back arched, pressing herself into his hands.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers as his hands moved lower, tracing the curve of her hips, the softness of her thighs, until he reached the wet heat between her legs.

"Asher," she gasped as his fingers stroked her sensitive folds, her hips rocking against his hand. She was already so wet and so ready for him, and the thought drove him wild. He slid two fingers inside her, feeling her inner walls clench around them as he moved with deliberate, measured thrusts.

"That's it," he breathed, his voice filled with need. "Let go for me."

Her body responded to his command, her hips matching his rhythm as he worked her closer and closer to the edge.

Her breaths came in shallow gasps, her hands gripping his shoulders as her release built.

When it finally hit, it was like a tidal wave—her body shuddered, her back arching off the bed as she cried out, her inner walls pulsing around his fingers.

Asher didn't give her a moment to recover. Before her tremors had fully subsided, he guided himself to her entrance, his cock thick and aching with need. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his as he pushed into her slowly, inch by delicious inch.

"Damn, Danica," he groaned, his jaw tightening as he felt her tight, wet heat envelop him completely. "You feel so perfect."

She gasped as he filled her to the hilt, her hands gripping his broad shoulders as he began to move.

His thrusts were deliberate, deep, and unrelenting, each one driving her higher and higher.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, her body meeting his with a desperation that matched his own.

"Harder," she begged, her voice a breathless whisper against his ear. "Please, Asher, harder."

He didn't need to be told twice. He quickened his pace, his hips slamming into hers with a force that had her crying out in pleasure. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the room, a rhythm so primal and raw it left no room for thought, only feeling.

Her nails raked down his back, the sharp sting of pain only heightening his pleasure. He growled, his dragon stirring within him, urging him to claim her now. He thrust into her with a ferocity that left them both trembling, sweat slicking their skin as they moved together in perfect harmony.

"Asher," she moaned as her body began to tighten around him. He could feel her orgasm building, her inner walls clenching around his cock as she teetered on the edge. He reached between them, his thumb circling her clit, and that was all it took.

She came undone beneath him, her body convulsing as her release crashed over her.

Her cries echoed through the room, her hips bucking against his as she reached the peak of her pleasure.

The sight of her, completely undone, was enough to push him over the edge.

With a low growl, he buried himself deep inside her, his own release surging through him as he filled her with his seed.

For a moment, they simply lay there, their breaths mingling as they came down from their shared high.

Asher rolled onto his side, pulling her with him so she was nestled against his chest. Her body felt small and soft against his, her warmth a soothing balm to the storm that had just raged between them.

"That was..." she trailed off, her voice still shaky with the remnants of her orgasm. Her hand rested on his chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns over his skin.

Asher couldn't help but smile. "The best sex of your life?" he teased, his voice laced with satisfaction.

She laughed, a soft, breathless sound that made his chest tight. "Definitely," she admitted, her eyes meeting his. "But it's not just that, Asher. It's... you. Everything about you."

His heart swelled at her words. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a soft, lingering kiss. "You're mine, Danica," he murmured.

Her smile was soft, her eyes filled with a warmth that made his dragon purr in contentment. "And you're mine," she whispered back.