The air was thick.
Hot.
Sticky.
It smelled like sex and sounded even worse with every wet squelch echoing in the room.
But more importantly it smelled of the fervent desire and passionate desperation of two beings who needed each other more than they needed air.
Riley's hand was still on Kael's wrist, fingers trembling, knuckles pale from how tightly he was gripping. He was the one moving. He was the one making Kael's fingers go in and out of him with desperate, clumsy thrusts.
And Kael matched him.
Matched him stroke for stroke as he stroked himself harder, his own length flushed and leaking from the sight in front of him.
They were watching each other.
With terrifying focus.
Like nothing else existed.
Kael saw everything. Every twitch. Every little flinch in Riley's thighs. He could feel the frantic vibration of Riley's walls around his fingers. His mate was close. Very close. So close that the golden dragon didn't even need to ask.
Riley's head dropped back.
