Everything is so warm. The chamber. The fireplace. Her mate's arms.
Faelyn is surrounded by Amendiel's touch, his scent rich and undiluted, making him frenzied with need.
Her body tenses with pleasure as she fights for each breath that infiltrates her nostrils. Her toes curl up as her body strains amongst the sheets.
"You like that?" The deep voice rumbles against Faelyn's throat. A long, strangled moan escapes her mouth as Amendiel's fingers, circling her wet, throbbing core, drive her to the highest height of ecstasy.
Faelyn collapses against the mattress breathlessly,
but Amendiel isn't done — this is, in fact, only the beginning.
The dragon's gaze is feral as he watches his mate become undone in his hand.
Amendiel's body pulses with unrestrained lust.
"Mine," Amendiel breathes, clenching Faelyn's earlobe between his teeth, biting down just hard enough to make her whimper and curl her body against his hard, muscular one.
