She was his.
His.
And he would make sure she knew it.
His mouth devoured hers, kissing her like he would never stop, never get enough, never let her go. Because he wouldn’t.
His magic wrapped around her, inside her, through her, binding them together, body and soul.
This was more than passion. More than desire. This was love, deep and consuming, endless and fated.
He was grateful for her. Blessed by her.
Fate had given him everything he never thought he deserved.
And now, he would spend forever making her his.
Keeping her safe.
Keeping her loved.
Keeping her forever.
He groaned her name, his voice wrecked, desperate, filled with everything he couldn’t say.
And when she whispered his name back, soft and shaking and filled with love, he knew?—
This was only the beginning.
Vector’s hands trembled as they framed her face, his breath uneven, his dragon magic swelling between them like a living, pulsing force.
She was here. Safe. Alive. His.
But it wasn’t enough.
Not yet.
Not until he gave her everything.
He could feel it—the fire still locked inside him, coiled like a storm, ancient, restless, waiting.
It had never had a place to go.
Until now.
Vector exhaled sharply, stepping back from their kiss.
His body shook with the need to touch her again, to keep her against him, skin to skin, forever.
But this—this was more important.
Because he would not hold his magic back from her.
Not anymore.
She had chosen him.
Now, she had to choose his dragonfire. He’d given her a taste of it, saturated her with his magic, but still the power came from with him. If she were to accept his dragonfire, that which only a mate can wield, she would be able to draw upon the magic on her own. His dragon would give her the ability to wield magic without him.
