His lips devoured her, desperate, hungry, claiming her all over again.
The flames flared higher, magic raging between them, their bodies pressing together, fire licking at their skin, heat fusing them together in a way that no force in existence could ever break.
And Raven knew?—
She would never want anyone else.
Never need anything else.
Because this was everything.
Everything she never expected.
Everything she ever dreamed.
And he was hers.
Forever.
Fire.
Not just around them.
Not just on their skin.
Inside her.
Inside him.
Inside the space between them, inside every breath, every touch, every ragged heartbeat.
Vector’s hands moved over her, slow, reverent, like he was memorizing her all over again. Like she was sacred.
Like she was his.
His body was heat and strength, his muscles coiled, taut, trembling with the effort to hold back, to be gentle, to savor, to worship.
But she didn’t want restraint. She wanted all of him. She wanted him to lose control.
Because she was already gone. Already lost in him.
Every brush of his fingers sent lightning streaking through her veins, every kiss stole the air from her lungs, every whispered breath against her skin sent her deeper, deeper, deeper into something beyond anything she had ever known.
It wasn’t just desire. Or love. It was completion.
He lifted her in his arms and settled her over him. She locked her legs around his hips and fought to get closer, to lower herself onto his hard length. To take him deep inside her wet core where she needed him.
Then he was there. His huge cock stretching her open. Filling her. She moaned, head thrown back as she wiggled her hips, wanted more. Always more. Deeper. Harder. Faster. More.
Vector lifted her hips and slid her back down on his hard length as his magic surged between them, golden-red tendrils of fire sliding over their bodies, wrapping around them, through them, into them.
She gasped, her fingers clutching at him, at his shoulders, his back, her nails digging into hot, sweat-slick skin as sensation threatened to pull her under.
She felt everything.
The whisper of wind sliding over her heated skin. The sway of her hair on her bare shoulders. The firm, relentless grasp of his fingers where he held the backs of her thighs, lifted her, pulled her closer. His heartbeat, hammering against hers. His need, raw and endless. His dragon, curling inside his soul, watching, waiting, pleased.
She wasn’t just touching him.
