“Yes... gods, yes, harder,” she moaned, pushing back to meet his thrusts, her body surrendering fully.
He gave it to her, pounding faster, the dragon’s roar echoing in his mind as he chased that peak. The pleasure built in him like a storm, her pussy fluttered around him, the slick sounds of their joining, the scent of her arousal thick in the air.
“Come for me,” he demanded, his thrusts becoming shallow and frenzied, hips slamming against her ass. “Give it to me—let me feel you shatter.”
She did. Her climax ripped through her with a scream, her walls convulsing around his cock, pulling him deeper. He felt every quiver, every spasm, milking him relentlessly. The sensation snapped his control—the dragon surged, and he buried himself deep, roaring as he came, hot spurts flooding her, claiming her completely.
For a long moment, they stayed locked like that, panting, his body draped over hers, until the aftershocks faded. He nuzzled her neck, fangs grazing possessively. “Mine,” he murmured again, softer now.
“Yours,” she whispered back, facing him fully.
He held her against his chest, kissing the top of her head. He knew—with dangerous, draconic certainty—that he would burn the world to ash before he let her slip through his fingers.
Chapter 25: Sylvie
Sylvie lay awake, staring at the ceiling.
Early light filtered through the linen curtains in pale ribbons of gold, casting long, peaceful shadows over the bed. Beside her, the deep, steady rhythm of Rhavor’s breathing anchored the room—the grounded, heavy pulse of a dragon at rest.
It should have felt calm and peaceful.
It didn’t.
The Drakoryte seed had turned to ash on her bakery floor, and for one suffocating, impossible second, she’d thought she was watching Rhavor’s heart fail right along with it. The memory alone was enough to make her skin crawl with a cold, sharp shiver.
The reality pressed down on her chest like a physical weight. She wasn’t good at waiting. She had to do something to save her dragon from the fate that his father met.
She was halfway through a mental map—part strategy, part desperate prayer—when a warm, massive hand settled on her hip.
The mattress dipped beneath his weight. Rhavor leaned in, his voice a low, rough vibration against the shell of her ear.
“You look so pretty in the morning.”
She felt his amber gaze linger on her lips, heavy and hot. A shiver slid down her spine, but this one had nothing to do with fear. His thumb traced slow, possessive circles through the thin silk of her nightshirt, his iron discipline clearly fraying at the edges.
“Since you’re awake,” he murmured, his voice dropping into that primal register that made her knees weak even while lying down, “and clearly thinking about something that isn’t me... let me fix that.”
Before she could protest, he moved.
He slid down the bed, yanking the sheets with him in one decisive motion. Sylvie gasped as his mouth found her flesh. His breath was a furnace. “I love how you smell,” he growled softly against her skin. “Mine.”
His hands gripped her hips, kneading the soft flesh with a rhythmic, feral reverence. He took his time. His tongue slid through her with unhurried, powerful strokes, circling before pushing deep.
Sylvie’s hands flew into his hair, her fingers tangling and curling around the base of his horns. The smooth, hard texture grounded her as his tongue thrust inside her, withdrawing with a wet, heavy drag that left her gasping.
He built the pace with agonizing precision. His grip on her hips turned unyielding, holding her steady as his mouth worked relentlessly. His tongue plunged deeper, curling inside her while his lips sealed around her clit, sucking with a hungry intensity.
The dual sensation made her thighs tremble. Sylvie rocked helplessly against him, her breaths breaking into ragged, desperate sounds as the tension coiled tight in her belly.
“Please,” she begged, her voice a ragged thread. “Rhavor, I’m so close—”
He followed her lead. His rhythm turned relentless. His fingers circled her clit while his tongue drove inside her with maddeningpersistence. Stars burst behind her eyelids. Her body arched off the bed, her fingers digging into his horns.
The tension snapped.
“Rhavor—oh, fuck—”
The orgasm tore through her, waves crashing hard and fast. She shuddered violently, her body clenching around his tongue as she rode it out, a total, beautiful wreck. He didn’t stop; he licked her through every tremor, his hands smoothing over her hips until she collapsed back, boneless and spent.
