She was burning for him. Not just with fire. Not just with magic. But with need. A need that mirrored his own.
Vector could feel it—the unrelenting, unbearable pull between them, the force of his magic inside her, wrapping around her, binding them together in a way that could never be undone.
His hands tightened on her body, fingers digging into bare, heated skin, every muscle in his frame locked with restraint.
He was starving for her. For this. For the final, unbreakable completion of their bond. She was his mate.
But until now—until this moment—she had not been fully claimed. Not accepted his dragonfire. Not known dragon.Become one with both of them. Ridden through the skies like a goddess on his back. His goddess.
His throat worked, his breath coming ragged, uneven, his pulse thundering as he lifted her into his arms, cradling her like she was the most precious thing in the world.
Because she was.
Her arms wrapped around his neck, her lips parted, breathless, her body still glowing with the fire he had given her.
His fire.
His mate.
His forever.
He carried her through the flames, through the magic still thick in the air, his steps slow, deliberate, his hands shaking with the weight of what was about to happen.
She looked up at him, eyes dark with need, with love, with absolute trust.
His control snapped.
With a low, guttural growl, he lifted her body and placed her wet heat over his hard length. Lowered her body onto his. Filled her. Claimed her. Thrust deep. He took her. Completely. Utterly. Finally.
The moment shattered his world.
Fire exploded around them, heat coiling through every nerve, pleasure slamming into them both like a wave of pure, raw power.
She gasped, her fingers tightening on his back, her body arched against him, her breath stolen as she became his, as the dragonfire raced through them both, like electric sparks of desire dancing through their bodies, shockwaves striking nerves until they were both lost, their bodies both finding release as red bolts of lightning struck the ground around them. Not from the sky—from them.
He held her, breathed her in, marveled at the miracle in his arms as he filled her with his seed, gave her everything he was. He became hers. Fully. Irrevocably.
No force in the universe could separate them now.
No magic, no power, no god or mortal. Not even death. For where she went, he would follow, in this world or the next.
CHAPTER 18
Fire.
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.
