No, that’s not possible.
Mate.
My dragon is confused.
Not confused. Mate.
We will have to agree to disagree.
My dragon is smug inside my mind, feeling as if he’s won. It doesn’t matter, because the result is the same—she is ours.
Agreed.
“Are you still scared, pretty mouse?”
She shakes her head. With the force of what I’m feeling, she should be. It’s taking everything inside me to not devour her.
My hand slides into her wild hair, which I love. I fist it and tug to expose her throat, her pulse fluttering beneath her silky skin. She wraps her arms around my neck, keeping me close while giving me a taunting grin.
“Don’t poke the beast if you aren’t prepared for the consequences,” I warn.
Her breath hitches, making her chest rise and fall. “Don’t hold back,” she demands. “I’m not breakable.”
She is, but I’ve never treated her that way. She needs someone to give her permission to access the power at her fingertips.
My lips skim hers, which part as her eyes flutter closed. I breathe in her wild honey scent that both drives me wild and settles something inside me.
I unleash my emotions, and the tempo they barrel into her, she shudders in my arms. She’s about to do more than that.
Our lips meet, tongues sliding together. It’s messy, hot, and needy in a way that is uniquely Daphne. This isn’t about grace, but greed, and I’m here for it all.
The loss whispers against my mind. An echo of the grief I almost disappeared into.
Theo.
Her thoughts push against my mind. It shouldn’t be possible, but then again, this is the woman who has the power to both write the rule book and tear it up.
Clothes off. Now.
My hands yank on the ribbons at her back, tearing them.
Is that you?she asks, her voice full of wonder.
Yes, pretty mouse.
The gown falls to the floor, her underwear following, until she’s as naked as I am.
The different ways I want to take her war in my mind, each fantasy vying for first place until my mind is a jumble of need.
I need you.
I shudder at the power of her words. The gift of vulnerability is the most precious thing anyone can give.
I grab her hips and throw her onto the middle of the most ridiculous-sized bed I’ve ever seen. All the more space to roll around on. I’m not sure that’s what they meant when they put it in here.
My legs straddle hers. The moment my hard flesh touches her heat, I’ll be done for. I want to make this good for her before I act like a teenager.
I kiss down the valley of her breasts, and she arches her spine, pushing them up in silent demand. My teeth scrape across her tightening nipple before I suck hard. She cries out as I worry the other between my fingers, intensifying the pressure with each breath. Her hands tighten on my shoulders, and she alternates between pushing me away and pulling me closer.
