"You're going to destroy me," he said, but his voice carried satisfaction rather than complaint.
His hands went to his belt. I watched as he removed the rest of his clothes, my breath catching when he was finally, fully revealed. His cock was hard and thick, jutting toward me with obvious intent. Lightning scars traced down his hips, across his thighs, even along the length of him—patterns that glowed brighter as my eyes tracked across them.
"Beautiful," I whispered, using his word.
He closed the distance between us in one step. Hands framing my face, tilting my head up for a kiss that was hungrier than the tender one before. This was want. Need. His tongue swept against mine and electricity exploded between us, cascading through our nervous systems in waves that made us both moan.
"Down," he commanded against my mouth.
The platform beneath us should have been hard metal. Instead it was warm, almost soft, like he'd restructured its molecular composition with his power. I lay back and he covered my body with his, all that muscled heat pressing me into the warmed surface while rain fell gently around us.
The contact of skin-to-skin made lightning flash across the sky. Every lightning scar on my body aligned with patterns on his—the ones across my breasts with scars on his chest, the ones tracing my stomach with patterns running down his torso, the ones spreading across my thighs with marks on his hips. Where the scars touched, current jumped and amplified, creating cascading feedback loops of sensation that made me arch beneath him.
"Feel that?" His voice was rough against my ear. "That's the bond recognizing us. Trying to complete the circuit. By the time I'm done with you, every scar will be perfectly aligned. Every pattern matched. You'll be mapped to me in ways that transcend the physical."
His mouth found mine again. Deep, thorough kisses while his hands began to map my body with clear purpose. Not just exploration anymore—preparation. He was learning my responses systematically, cataloging what made me gasp versus what made me moan, building a complete understanding of my body before claiming it.
His hand slid between my legs and I cried out into his mouth. I was already wet, already desperate, and when his fingers found me I nearly came from just that initial contact.
"So responsive," he murmured, his fingers beginning to move in slow, deliberate patterns. "So perfect. Going to make you come just like this first. Need you open. Need you ready for what's coming."
His fingers worked with methodical precision—circling, stroking, occasionally dipping inside to test my readiness beforereturning to the sensitive bundle of nerves that made me see stars. The pleasure built in waves, each one cresting higher than the last. The rain falling on us seemed to intensify in response to my rising arousal, falling harder as I climbed toward release.
"That's it," he praised. His mouth found my neck, teeth scraping across my pulse point. "Let me feel you come apart. Show me what you look like when pleasure overwhelms you."
His thumb pressed harder. His fingers curled inside me, finding a spot that made my vision white out. The combination was too much—I shattered with a cry that the storm swallowed, my body convulsing beneath his, wetness flooding across his hand.
Lightning arced from my body directly into the clouds above. Blue-white bolts that struck upward instead of down, carrying my pleasure into the storm Zephyron had built. Thunder cracked in response, rolling across the city in waves that probably terrified everyone below.
He worked me through it, his fingers gentling but not stopping, drawing every last pulse of pleasure from my transformed body before finally withdrawing.
When I could breathe again, when my vision cleared and my muscles stopped spasming, I found him watching me with eyes gone pure molten silver.
"One," he said quietly. "That was one. Now we see how many more you can take before the transformation completes."
His hand, still wet with my release, moved back between my legs.
The storm pulsed brighter in anticipation.
He shifted his weight, and I felt him position himself at my entrance—blunt pressure that made my breath catch, made the lightning scars across my thighs pulse brighter in anticipation. His eyes locked on mine, storm-gray gone to pure electric blue, crackling with power that was about to flow through both of us.
"This is where the transformation completes." His voice was rough, controlled but barely. "When I'm inside you, when we move together, the bond will finish rewriting you. It will hurt and feel incredible and you won't be able to tell them apart. Do you understand?"
I nodded, not trusting my voice.
"I need words, little lightning."
"I understand." My hands found his shoulders, nails digging in. "I want this. Want you. Want to be yours completely."
"You already are." He pressed forward slightly, just the tip, and I gasped at the stretch. "This just makes it permanent."
Then he pushed inside.
My world exploded.
The sensation was overwhelming—fullness and electricity and something fundamental changing at the molecular level all happening simultaneously. My body stretched to accommodate him, but it wasn't just physical. I felt my cells restructuring around his presence, felt my nervous system being rewired to accept dragon magic flowing through pathways that were still forming.
Pain crashed through me—sharp and bright and absolute. My back arched, my mouth opened in a scream that the storm swallowed. The lightning scars across my body blazed so bright they lit up the eye of the storm like daylight.
