Lyra's whispers hung in the air, her body already arching under Auryn's touch. His lips traced slow and longing paths along her neck.
He moved like a man savoring his meal, his tongue flicking lightly over her collarbone, then dipping lower to the swell of her breasts where her cleavage rose with each quick breath.
She remained laid back on the silk sheets, her long, loose silver hair spreading out like tributaries under the dimming candlelights.
Her arms reached for him, fingers grazing his shoulders, pulling him closer while her legs trembled slightly, knees parting on their own accord.
The dragon bond thrummed between them, a living, breathing thread that amplified every brush of their skins, every shared glance. Every emotion.
It wasn't just desire anymore, it was a merger, pleasure echoing in his mind and his restraint feeding her trust.
