SERAFINA
I should have been freaked out, Thorne guiding that delightful fire inside me, stoking it until I shattered. Instead, I’d climaxed so hard, so fast, I feared I might have blacked out.
As he drew away from me to exit the pool, I couldn’t drag my eyes away. Thorne rising from the water was a sight to behold. Droplets tracked down his chest, trickling over ridged abs, down to the heavy length between his legs. My mouth went dry, my fingers itching to explore.
He arranged our discarded clothing on the stone and drew me beside him. My body curled over his, hand resting against his sternum. At my gentle touch, the golden light nestled in his chest stirred—then flared, molten and alive.
“How did you do that?” I asked, fingertips tracing slow, teasing circles across the heat of his skin. “How did you guide your flame inside of me like that?”
His voice was rough, threaded with restraint. “It’s a part of me. I can command it…to a degree.”
I frowned. “But I thought that—”
Thorne pressed his index finger to my lips, eyes burning. “Do you want to talk, or focus on more pleasurable things?”
I choked on a laugh. “I don’t want to talk.”
“Good.” His mouth crashed into mine, hands searing paths down my back. “Because I’m nowhere near done with you.”
Thank the gods. He might say something infuriating if we talked. Right now? I had no desire to fight.
This moment was mine. No expectations. No consequences. Just heat. Just pleasure. And Thorne was all too willing to give me that. Which reminded me, there was so much about the Draconis I’d yet to explore.
“Could I do the same to you?” I bit my lip, stroking that fascinating glow that warmed beneath my fingertips.
His breath caught. “I don’t know. I’ve never given anyone control over my dragonflame before.”
“Try,” I whispered against the corner of his mouth.
“Minx,” he growled, but closed his eyes. I focused on the glowing light, feeling my own respond in kind, warming beneath my skin. Slowly, the pulsing glow obeyed, a fragment of his flame gliding under my fingertips.
“It’s working,” I gasped, coasting my hand over his chest, then swirling circles around his taut pectorals.
“Yeah, it is,” he groaned.
I couldn’t help the mischievous grin that tugged at my lips. “Tit for tat, Dragon,” I said before claiming his nipple with my mouth while twirling the other with his flame.
Thorne’s ragged groan sent a bolt of heat straight to my core. Aching, I ground against his thigh. My hand trailed lower, over his defined abs, counting the ridges. One. Two. Three. Until I reached the muscular V of his hip.
Desire throbbed between my legs as my gaze fell to his rigid shaft, anticipation coiling tight inside me.
“Do it,” he groaned, his hips thrusting in a subtle, desperate rhythm. “Touch me.”
I teased us both a moment longer, as the golden spark beneath my fingertips danced lower—over the curve of his hip,along the crease of his thigh—until finally, I wrapped my hand around his rigid length.
A guttural snarl tore from his throat, raw and feral. The flame followed, dancing across his skin as I stroked him slow, deliberate. His breaths came fast and shallow. His chest heaved, his muscles trembling.
Satisfaction bloomed through me. My sex clenched with aching need, but for a beautiful moment, I was the one in control. I was the one unraveling him.
And, gods, Ilovedit.
“Enough,” he growled, catching my wrist. With a surge, he rolled me onto my back, settling heavy between my thighs.
I looked up into glowing sky-blue eyes, ringed in gold—his beast staring back at me. Sweat glistened on his brow, his jaw tight with restraint. His thick shaft prodded my entrance, and he pulsed against me. The flame that filled his chest grew nearly blinding, its glow painting our faces in gold.
“Please,” he rasped, voice hoarse with need. “Tell me you’re ready.”
I curled my leg around him, desperate. “Fill me, Thorne.”
