The kiss that followed was a slow, deep, possessive brand, a silent declaration that echoed the primal claim he had just stamped upon her very soul. It was not a kiss of frantic need, but of profound, absolute ownership.
When he finally pulled back, Orianna was breathless, her prismatic eyes glazed with a fresh wave of desire. But Jax was not finished.
His own desire, while sated for the moment, had been replaced by a deep, aching need to give her the same pleasure she had so freely given him.
He broke the kiss, his golden eyes burning with an intensity that was both tender and predatory. He looked down at her, at the beautiful, powerful Dragon Queen who was now a pliant, adoring creature in his arms.
He saw the marks he had left on her skin, the faint, purpling bite marks on her shoulders, the rosy handprint on her ass, and a surge of possessive pride washed over him. She was his. Every inch of her was his.
